I'm going to get coffee with Kate tonite. We haven't been able to have a pumpkin spice latte together yet so I'm thinking tonite is the nite.
Reading over your own poems that you've read before is always an odd thing. One of my favorite things that I've written is actually a collection of lines. This is when I'm going through my old stuff and I find a poem that is wretched and boring (you think you're pretty brilliant sometimes when you're angsty and writing something and then you go back years later and think dear God, was I that annoying in person?) and find a random line that I managed to nail amidst the lines of crap. So I type those. I have several pages by now. At some point I could probably go through and find enough similar ones to create a poem. Or I could throw a bunch together and write something completey non-sensical. However since I don't have a word count anymore I thought I would have a line of the day where I will just pick one at random. Let's start now! How fun!
Line of the day: I didn't even notice you were leaving until haven't you left yet?
See, that could possibly go in a poem. I don't even remember where most of them came from; I can tell you for free that this one was 95% certain about a boy. Shocking, shocking. It would work well if I could rhyme it into something. If I could produce a book of biting rhyming poetry about boys, that would be awesome. Wouldn't it be more productive if I started doing things rather then saying oh, and then I want to do this? Silly Alison. In conclusion, I finished my edamame hummus and it hurts my heart a little to be out.
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