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.

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