In honor of Katie Davis, Chelsea and I have been exploring our inner poet.
Unfortunately Chelsea has accepted how bad hers is and refuses to post it.
But, I on the other hand, am not afraid of failure.
Because I am infinitely better than her,
I give you
my poem....

as you watch me--
my river.
as I lean to dip a finger in the icy water--
river stalker.
picturing me pressed pink--
bubblegum pink,
like sunkissed flesh,
as you watch.


  1. Love the little poetry sign-thingy.

    It's weird how your poem turned out, after what we started with!

    Oh, and "infinitely better", should be edited to "infinitely more deranged."


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