Wondering one night at a coffeeshop how I can be a dazzling social butterfly, but only until I turn back into a pumpkin.
garrulous
tonight
for short shocks
of sullen,
sorryass
5 minute
bursts of conversation,
bumbling at the end of each
then leaving off
and going back, going back,
to put my face in a book.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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I like your poetry.
There's a spine in it (introvertebrate indeed) but the spine is mightily conductive.
xo
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