25 mai 2006

An Exercise

(it's not great--it's just something I feel like I could play with it in the future, but I get more from poetry exercises than I ever did from the workshop I took at Knox... what a waste)

Your presence will not be necessary.
I must have what I asked for.
(the voice drones on)
The car is dead and needs a jump.
You talk to me like you talk to me
(on the phone)
I wiggle my toes and know
I am weird for you.
Trapped in th elevator listening
to the woman over the intercom.

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