Day 15 is a picture post again, although I probably will share it at some point. I had plenty of time to get it up but with everything happening in Boston, it didn't feel right. Still doesn't. Anywho, the FB friends and fellow twitterati can confirm that I did, indeed, photo-post Day 15's poem on the 15th. See below the jump:
10:00pm, 4/16/13, been trying to write this since Sunday
I thought we were friends
I'd come to visit you in the park
and we'd play
but you'd stay
in the park
Oh but these days mud
you are a stalker
I go to where you are
then you follow me to where I'll be
refusing to leave
why do you make this so hard?
You're on my jeans
You're in my house
I think I scraped you off my lipgloss
You dirty my hair
and you stain my hands
I thought I knew you but I wish you'd get lost
what happened to the days when you knew your place?
when you kept to confined space?
a space not on the inside of my boots.