July 2012
70 posts
sum shit i wrote
Morning
I slept with blades of grass
Stuck to my back, nestled into my pillow
Like strange commas, italicized body parts
All once living remnants of night
Grasping for a phone or even
Just a hint of time and place
I was well worn, trampling
Mint green and robed, down the porch steps
There the matted grass image of our bodies,
Not apologies but the slight impression we left on the...
I miss my summer class. All of the writing was so energy sucking and well, most of it my work sucked anyways. But it was fun just to be doing it, and meeting other writers, and hearing writers read. It was such an exercise in creativity and not being afraid to share your work constantly (which is something I struggle with), and now being back home is just…blah.
