bobbieladin

She sits beside him in the Nissan her favorite place to be on an errand on an adventure she stares out the window her hands in her lap. She would be content to spend the rest of her life this way beside him free to talk about their passion, their focus, their bills She doesn't feel her conversation must be witty or insightful the destination is the goal the interaction is just a byproduct and so the pressure is off. And it is this way, with her hands in her lap, that she is truly happy.

oh snap the stop gap is a bottle cap I use to hold my emotions in. As you please I freeze to keep the knees from caving in. then after the explosion we wrestle with the erosion that feels more like implosion and I smile because I gave in.

Wistful this is a poem I wrote in the summer of 99 To chase my muse to catch her, to hold on with all the strength my soul can surrender. but I am lazy, careless, left with only a coffee stained desk and a bent paperclip I used to clean my fingernails.