To all the single women out there
To all the single women out there
A true warrior is always armed with three things:
a refreshing beer (we like it),
1000 year old bones (to be problematic),
and the patchouli smell—there’s no such thing as perfection.
He has endorphins coursing through his system,
is a foot and a half long crack in a field of lavender…
Whether you like it or not, we are interested in talking
louder than the scent of wild roses,
riding bikes on up to Rock Ridge,
looking for amnesty.
If I must, I will spend my whole life fighting.
Because every year blooms
from a battered stump that looks as though
it must be dead. Humans are just that: humans.
Move when you touch them.
People who have been hanging out with my monkey
will find out my new favorite feeling in the world:
embracing the sacredness of someone on the radio laughing.
let me touch your skin…
to forget what it was…
I’m starting to lose
…now that I’m f-f-fifty.
* a found poem of recent updates of my Facebook friends. Thanks everyone.
Tags: collaborative poem, Facebook, Poems
July 16th, 2010 at 7:37 am
A very fun piece! Looking forward to finally meeting you in person at the Lao American Writers Summit in August, Phayvanh! Very proud of all you’re doing!
August 3rd, 2010 at 5:11 pm
This is a great poem. Thank you for writing it.
August 11th, 2010 at 5:02 am
Thanks! See you tomorrow!
August 11th, 2010 at 5:37 am
Thanks, Eesha! I had a lot of fun writing it.