a stream of thoughts made words taking a shot taking a toke all alone in this new home surrounded by friends playing games picking fights unashamed shouting out loud for a good all for a good laugh—
and with militant men
with short cropped hair
and starchy army fatigues
smelling of sleeplessness and sweat—
writing a letter everyday massaging my cramping hand checking the mail box jumping at the sound of the ringing phone counting the days setting my goals steeling myself for the dawn steeling myself for the dusk getting up keeping on—
closing my eyes
letting it all fall out
Fun fact: this is the first of my poems in which formatting showed up as a factor at all, let alone an important one (and, though WordPress has not been cooperative with formatting previously, formatting IS an important element in my poetry).
Which leads me to: CELEBRATE!! I finally decided to take on the challenge of forcing WordPress to properly format my poetry.