No middle. Too bad. A rectangle on slender legs.
Ask my friends what I have said worth remembering
Notice that I love anything that
Crunches. A ruminate
Yesterday I tried. God knows. Today I begin with promises.
Men in my dreams? Always familiar but odd.
Last night my dentist curled my Cher
Hair in red rollers.
Chambray shirts. Levis. Suede jacket. Gold earrings.
That’s me. I sound like some bitch from Jackson Hole.
I don’t mean to.
Let’s say she was always interesting, sometimes
Beautiful.
Let’s imagine a fire. She rushes into her house to save
Five things. She burns with indecision.
Always says a childhood prayer. Every night.
No middle. Too bad. Built like a Snickers bar.
Dang. She’s good company.
...and yes, happy birthday
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Thank you! This is a very fun exercise in writing a "name poem." I'll bring the instructions to a CWC meeting sometime.
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