October 14, 2005


  • Sorry for posting this poem again; I don’t have a printer in my dorm, so usually I email copies of stuff to myself and then print it elsewhere. Since I need to make sure the bolds and italics in this poem transfer from the email, I decided to post it here so I can copy and paste it later. Yep. This was posted shortly after Labor Day, but I had to revise it for class. Sorry I’m so pathetic. I’ll try and update after the weekend. Long and short of things are:


    - still getting over Laura


    - still getting very little in the way of communication from Laura


    - have been, however, truthfully assured of the fact that Laura really does want to be friends


    - starting to catch up on the sleep I have lost over the last weeks because of this whole mess


    - going camping at Backbone this weekend


     


    Better Than Flowers


    I walked 27.3 miles to see her.


    How does one properly beg forgiveness?


    The road shimmered with heat and toxic sweat,


    the sun beat down on me like a scalding whip, the fire


    driving me onward.


     


    I looked at my feet under an overpass.


    To receive, one must first give.


    Angry blisters throbbed and bubbled,


    my soul lay prostrate in the face of my pain.


    Yet I walked on.


     


    I hitchhiked for the first time in my life to see her.


    One must humble oneself before God.


    I had walked over halfway, and my water


    was gone. For twenty minutes I rode with strangers


    until they left me.


     


    I limped slowly to her door, dying.


    A great sacrifice must be made.


    She, an angel, tended me, cared for my wounds.


    Behind her eyes lay a sadness


    born of my stupidity.


     


    I healed inside her home, upon her bed.


    A lesson must be learned.


    Though welcome there, I was a stranger.


    She smiled, but I saw only teeth.


    No desire.


     


    I wept within myself, so she wouldn’t see.


    Then, our sins are forgotten.


    It rained that day, but the sun came out


    for the rest of the world.


    Ninety degrees out. So cold.

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