musings about family life, the world we live in, and life in general
Saturday, November 22, 2008
"My love for you is like hot cheese, warm and stringy
Your love makes my heart mushy and squishy
Like the lime in the bottom of the tap water jar,
My heart sinks and I turn green when you are afar.
My heart chills like the slaughtered pigs in the meat locker ,
I would rather kiss you than be pelted with rocks playing World Cup Soccer.
Your beautiful body is more curvaceous than a jug handle U-Turn,
I will stop so I will not sustain a burn. (from you)"
It is finding delightful and forgotten things like this poem that make combing through and organizing old papers and letters completely worth it. This was written by a former boyfriend (with help from his roommate) on the back of a paper menu while they dined at the diner I was waitressing at during the summer of 1996.
How can I keep from smiling today, remembering that there are such poets in the world?