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September 26
by Meghan HelmichThe book I wrote in my sleep
is full of smart things I once heard
and sex scenes I wanted to make
but never had the guts
to ask you.
You're in the index,
referenced on every page.
Catching his eye, pg 15
Making him come, pg 42
Letting him go, Epilogue. 09/26/2011 Author's Note: Meh.
Posted on 09/27/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/27/11 at 09:16 AM Definitely NOT meh; this is fabulous! I love the way you referred to a person as being 'indexed' it's so true when though about this way! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/27/11 at 02:00 PM I really like the structure of this, and the way you nailed that last stanza. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 09/27/11 at 04:30 PM I understand the "meh" well. Funny how the things I put that on, or say something like "no idea where this came from," are the ones people tend to like the most. How does that happen? |
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