i like how we waste time
as a game
the first day of my first poetry class
we had to write a paragraph about what poetry was.
a girl wrote about how poetry
was like a glass fish bowl full of marbles
dropped on the floor.
i knew i was in trouble.
i dont remember what i wrote
whatever it was, it wasnt what i really thought.
i dont know what i think now and its not important.
thinking too much about stuff we like gets us into trouble sometimes.
sometimes we just need to do and see what happens.
i dont want trouble.
nite soldier.
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