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Christina
by Aaron BlairYou scribble crooked haiku
onto the window frost,
while I hide my hands
under a cracked-formica table.
I vaguely remember some dim fact,
something along the lines of:
I do not like girls. But you,
you are not. Just a girl. Just
any girl. You're the girl,
the only one in the room.
I think of you, in awkward
positions, on bathroom
counter-tops, legs splayed.
I think that you may be
my best friend, and I'd
enjoy some benefits. 11/10/2003 Author's Note: Tina said no one ever writes poems about her, so I did.
Posted on 11/11/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 11/11/03 at 04:21 AM i have to be the first to comment, obviously. nice pick up on the haiku writing. warm and fuzzy feeling aside, it is well crafted. i love the second stanza. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/11/03 at 04:24 AM I have to be second, due to my "Cured" poem, as well as my general fondness for all of your work. Christina is right; it is well-crafted. It is also subtly enticing. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/11/03 at 06:06 AM Lovely read:) |
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