Do you remember
reading Where the Wild Things Are
and Stuart Little?

I am ever the
spitfire, lest I be a poor,
sour milquetoast instead.

I am afraid that
I'll someday chip a front tooth
on my coffee cup.

when you smile, all the
air between us congeals and
I struggle to breath

my eyelids will soon
be heavy with sleep so let's
let go pretense for
respite and I'll circle my
arms about your waist a while.

Foolishness is still
Foolishness no matter how
Eloquent it is

I forget sometimes
what I mean to say when I
open up my mouth

(copied in its entirety here, the original article can be accessed at http://www.houstonpress.com/2008-02-28/news/barack-obama-screamed-at-me/full)

Barack Obama and Meby Todd Spivak ( Read more... )

how consistently
I allow people to back
me into silence

dear auto finance
company, please stick it where
the sun does not shine.