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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Monday 3/26/2007 10:24:00 PM

When my head collided with the ceiling fan and I didn't even notice at first I knew we were having fun. When he picked me up on his shoulders and spun me around by the edge of the water I was sure he'd drop me. He didn't.

For those few seconds I didn't weigh anything at all. Gravity didn't even exist.

The first time we really touched he pulled me into his arms. Made me fall so he could catch me. I didn't think at all. Just fell neatly into the cocoon of him and let the change occur.

Altered instantly from a girl who'd never known to a woman who always would.

2 comments:
Poet Mutiso said...

This is slightly a happy poem, quite satirical as you promised. Maybe I will pay you back with a dark poem.

alcholic poet said...

hmmm... i guess it would seem a bit of a farce to someone who doesn't know.

but it's all quite true. that's not to say it wasn't a parody. just that it was a true one.




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