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by Angela Thomasi'm not thinking about anyone in particular
while writing this. not thinking about michael's
smile that turns to the side, or ben's hands that
move with unearthly speed. nor the way that chris
would pull me so close that sometimes it was hard
to tell where he began or i stopped. i'm not really
thinking about ken. or the way that i would lay awake
next to him and try to memorize his face because i knew
that it couldn't last. no, i'm not thinking about kent
and how he snaps every picture of me he can. or even about
veek and the first time. no, i'm not thinking about crushes,
loves, lusts, or friends. i'm not thinking about strange
men. i'm not thinking about familiar men. i'm not thinking
about men i haven't met yet. i'm just not thinking about it. 03/24/2009 Posted on 03/24/2009
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/25/09 at 04:57 PM ...angela, what a delightful expose of just what you're not gonna think about...this is heavy, cute in it's delivery but underneath each "school-girl" lament is the irrepressible truth that by golly this WOMAN ain't gonna give her time to foolishness, i love it, just love it. |
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