I’d walked by it for months and left it untouched. But finally I turned around and knelt down and started moving the pieces back up to eye view. It was magnetic word poetry, given to me by friends. When I first put it on my fridge, I’d ask my friends to make a phrase or…
Tag: Poetry
Please Excuse The Mess
I was going through some old journal entries on my OKCupid profile, and came across this poem I had written back in 2007. This would have been a few months after having broken up from a second, long-distance attempt with Sully. I was also living with my mom after escaping from crazy psycho roommate and…