Lately, it's been well into the night.

[interexternal]

Pins and needles-
my eyes feel like grapes,
and all my veins
are undressing over telephones.
Rubbing sleep away
and the yawn of stretches cracking.
Falling over on purpose.
Wrists and ankles-
I keep rolling my bones,
and all my hair
is falling into the sink.
Opening window blinds
and the cramp in my left pinkie.
It is difficult to greet.

Comments

[kangaroocatus]

:D You're becoming more and more visual with your poems. I like it a lot.

(I was accepted into creative writing.)

[openexit]

yay! This pleases me so!!
Did LeStrange tell you on the spot, or did you get the letter already?

[kangaroocatus]

I will tell you, that audition was fah-reaky. I was barely asked any questions, it was essentially a 20-minute praise session (and I feel weird saying that). LeStrange and her assistant, a screenwriter, told me on the spot.

[openexit]

Because you're really good.
(And that's being a little modest) I'm so excited that you got in!
Next year will be incredibly fun(despite how scary it will be.)
I kinda can't wait.