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....

river.
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.