i had forgot about this poem - something made me want to finish it:

Contra dancing

When things were Irish
being drunk made the summer,
you twisted off a bottle cap,
flicked it and said, hello.

You know, I thought you
were dating the girl Jay brought,
Then you sank your hand into my back pocket
& squeezed, your eyes were drunk, and you

said, it’s ( Read more... )

I wish i could say that what had past before
had been a very cruel april fools,
but it wasn't...

nevertheless - something wonderful has happened...
i'm going to

I R E L A N D

this fall !

As 21 Approaches…

I have had a rocky year. For those of you who know me best, you know that my family situation this year has been one of constant tumult, frustration, anxiety, heart ache and the like. For those of you who know me even more you understand just how much I was hoping to be in Europe for the fall semester - sometimes we don’ ( Read more... )

72 hours
39 minutes
until
i am

21

Today was a perfect day -
it was glorious outside!

here is how i celebrated S P R I N G !

well, I thought - why waste any time indoors on this blissful day, and so on my walk to Professor Girdharry's Contemporary American Poetry class, I thought - why not request that class be held outdoors? ooouu what a wonderful thought!

No sooner had the ( Read more... )

Two Stories:

The first has an invitation at the end...but let's not skip to cupcakes before we have some oatmeal...capice?

- How I spent my Irish Day of Drinking and an Awful Obsession with Corned Beef and Cabbage -

It was quite grand because it began with meeting the white house crew and ended in almost being arrested. how you may ask (if you are ( Read more... )

EDIT:

KarmicBeing karmic I thought it was comical ( Read more... )

an edited and i hope final version but we'll see -
and now i go back to work,...because that's what i do.

It Isn't Exactly Talking

You sprawled yourself feral on the bed
pawing a bottle in your fingers.
And I, agent-in-training gazed steadfast at the ceiling,
while I waited for you to ask what I was thinking.

Between us, I was satisfied to be ( Read more... )

The Way We Communicate

You stretched out, feral sprawled on the bed
pawing a bottle cap across your twisting fingers.
And I, C.I.A. agent in training gazed steadfast
at the ceiling, waited for you to ask me, ‘what are you thinking?’

Between us we were satisfied soaking silence.
Afraid of getting drenched, I stuck out
a white flag covered umbrella. ( Read more... )

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