I
wrote
the
best
damn
poem
I'd
ever
written
and
then
I
lost
it

I
could've
watched
that
creek
forever
between
the
sun
and
the
shade
tree

it
was
those
weekday
mornings
VH1
mysterious
ways
on
repeat

watching
thistle
seeds
ride
the
wind
since
1980
and
not
before

fear
of
the
future
raced
in
front
of
her
regret
aching
from
the
past

in
the
woods
I
don't
miss
the
city
in
the
city
I
don't
miss
the
woods

let
me
hold
you
to
my
breast
my
pet
that's
not
my
heart
you
hear
that's
the
stars

I
would
marry
him
a
hundred
times
I
would
be
his
nurse
in
wartime

he's
trying
to
get
me
like
a
knife
to
the
heart
but
he
ain't
romeo

he
thinks
I'm
the
poison
he
needs
but
my
name
is
not
juliet

she
said
you're
the
only
man
I'd
cook
for
and
he
said
you're
the
sweetest

with
eyes
that
dreamed
of
being
the
one
who
will
dance
on
the
floor
in
the
round

-michael jackson

it
was
a
dark
hour
dark
between
our
words
we
took
the
night
for
granted

we
looked
through
the
man's
things
for
what
we
could
use
he'd
been
dead
long
enough

fear
not
I
have
loved
you
from
the
foundation
of
the
universe

-o yes, tillie olsen

the
man
waited
at
the
stop
in
the
rain
I
hoped
the
bus
would
come
soon

and
you
need
her
and
she
needs
you
and
you
need
her
and
she
needs
you

-wang chung

I
know
my
robe
will
fit
me
well
I
tried
it
on
at
the
gates
of
hell

-by and by

she
had
big
poems
dripping
from
her
big
hair
his
body
was
needed

I'll
love
you
forever
only
if
you
can
be
someone
different
for
me