Friday, February 10, 2006

Writing Poetry Drunk, Girl.

Why are you so sad,
pretty girl? So pushed
down in the dirt,

so DRAMATIC; why do you find it so hard to keep
ground, when you are speaking ALL THE TIME...

I wondered when you would speak again
and here you are, more
but all the same, prettier than I once thought,
prettier than one with strength of yours should be.

Broken table,
put your legs together,
You are beautiful.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

how assuming, bold girl.

be careful with compartmentalization, accusation, consolation.

there is no sapience in that.




be careful, bold girl.

Caitlin Carr said...

it is assuming and came out far too wrong,

i meant to say this girl is smart,

the blush on her cheeks is shocking to me because she has so much to say,

and i don't understand "do you know what i mean?",

because we know and we love it.

Caitlin Carr said...

undskyld