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fork
by Angela Thomashow about it. richie says that the best thing to do
when you don't know what to do is to write. so here
i am. writing. watching family guy with obscure references
to tv shows that i never saw on the tv that my family
didn't have when i was growing up. and i'm sitting with
my cat but i want a warm, full-size body next to me. i feel
like i have just enough soap left to clean half of my body,
but not the whole thing. it's like that tonight. i can't
seem to get out of my own skin. my own head. trapped under
thoughts and dreams and hope. this poem sucks. so does whatever
is on the TV now. i think i just spaced for a second. no worry,
i'm back now. i remember at the last holiday party richie
had a fork in his pocket. i asked why. "they always run out
of forks; so, i figured, hey, i'll hold onto this for later." 12/08/2008 Posted on 12/09/2008
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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