this is not a poem
exactly
just thoughts broken by lines
and no punctuation
for good measure
this is not a coherent whole
poem and prose
welded and molded
fused together
in harmony
………
Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was Theories of Technical Communication). I was so nervous, literally shaking in my brown boots, and when I saw him, I thought he was gorgeous. I thought he would surely not be interested in me.
We were together 5.5 months. We’ve been apart now for longer. 6.5 months. And Thursday marks our one-year anniversary.
Consequently, it is also trash day.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 3, 2009 at 2:28 pm
poeticgrin
Firstly, Theories of Technical Communication should be the title of the book of the collected work about him/you.
Secondly, they won’t ever pick up the trash unless you actually put it out on the sidewalk. It will just remain, fester, and stink up your home.
March 3, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Patrice
I got to that last line and I laughed out loud.
Why can’t a man be more like you?
Fa-abulous.
March 3, 2009 at 11:36 pm
Paul
That is a cool little poem about poem circle poem. Congratulations on your anniversary.
March 4, 2009 at 8:40 am
medicatedlady
Dearest Three P’s.
Poeticgrin–I’m trying to be more consistent about throwing trash out so it doesn’t clutter and stink up the place.
Patrice–I’d make a dreary gay man if I were a man. Glad you enjoyed the humor.
Paul–Thanks for the comments and well-wishes.