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I release my fear. I am a writer, for better or for worse and for my very own best. |
Morning
8 o’clock’s good
No reminders yet
9 o’clock, I’m ok
At 10, I shake hands with two boys
One, your sister’s nephew
The other, our common friend’s boy
If that’s not enough
My brother hangs out
With your cousin’s cousin
The one who handed me
The Hello Kitty goodies you sent me
Light years ago -
Was he the same bearer
Who brought the
Michelle Branch
Vanessa Carlton
& Musiq Soulchild
CD’s that you handpicked for me
Fresh from the NY record bars?
(Yes, the greeting card that came with it
Said that I’m your angel)
And then, tonight, I upload
A photograph of the playground that we shared
And the neighborhood comes knocking
On my facebook wall
With memories of childhood games unique to our locality
And other personal anecdotes and such
And I think of you and me
And at which spot we kissed at around this time -
And then awoken from that reverie, your cousin gives my photo
A thumbs up.
And I remind myself
That I am empowered enough to say to myself
“You’re not that into me.”
So I can listen to Michelle Branch’s
Everywhere -
My favorite song -
Minus the special effects of
Hollywood delusions that is
Topbilled by you.
Almost midnight and I’m still writing poetry
About the jerk who shares my park -
Aaargh -
“You’re in everyone I see,
So tell me, do you see me.”