The state that nursed us grew their
Its huge maples and seeping lakes.
Grew like patches, thick lines running
Up and down and across, reaching. And
Twisting and morphing and branching
precious soft green
And delicate enough to be swept away,
Like spindle fibers the tides of the skies
Against us, pulling
whirly birds and
So fast, so light so far far away,
And though we only come
From the cell factory of lakes and land and
We’ll look back through the stretch of gray
And see once more that lonely
State, and that oblivious
State of mind,
And in some ways think
Fonder of thee.
One night in a room
There he stood, so perfect, across the room from me, in his stupid sweater and stupid shorts and smiling his stupid perfect smile. Ugh, all of it just makes me angrier. And then he slowly put his little red solo cup down and made his way toward me, still smiling. What was he trying to do?
I stood my ground, but I could feel the air changing. Maybe half of the people just decided to leave. My head started doing little laps until all my thoughts were jumbled and he was too close for comfort.