More poetry.

[apocalypsos]

This is another poem I wrote today. I may or may not use it for next weekend's class, but we'll see. I have a feeling I'll write more poems between now and then.

(I totally blame my teacher for this sudden OMG MUST WRITE ALL THE POETRY jones. He's kind of awesome.)

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First Visit to the Gay Bar

In the parking lot she asks,
“Can I tell them I'm with you?”
And I shrug because – well, why not?
Tell them we met online on some quirky blog
For biker chicks or knitters.
Tell them we saw each other at that Thai place,
That I picked out all my peanuts
And you scattered them on your salad.
If anyone asks,
Say we first kissed in your bedroom,
Sweet and silent and dear,
With your mom downstairs watching “Jeopardy”.
Make up some story about our first time,
How you'd never been with another girl
And you giggled as you fumbled
With my broken bra clasp.
They won't ask, but go ahead –
Tell them we march in parades,
Make lame jokes about U-hauls,
And show them pictures of our “kids,” the cats.
No one's going to check your credentials,
But you can kiss me if you want:
A light buss on the cheek,
Something more if you're brave.
Pretend we're engaged, or – hell,
Invite the bartender to our New York wedding.
We're getting married in a month –
We're in love,
Haven't you heard?
And if all else fails,
Hold onto my hand and just
Smile, smile, smile
If you're so damn afraid
Of another girl calling you beautiful.

Comments

[sorrel]

I read this about three times last night and was so busy enjoying that I forgot to comment. Really fantastic.