"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
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Thursday, January 3, 2008

The first of 8 installments.
I repeat:
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We will start with a short one:

Of Boyfriends

I lay a while
Watch my legs stretch longer
I have grown three inches

The first was long
Was wrong
I cannot distinguish

It unfurled the second
Of whom I do not speak

Now I've got them out of order
And Three laughs quietly at my misfortune
I shoot him

too question mark
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(that was really in my notes.)

Emily

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1 comments:

emilea said...

but i adore it! but i love it! but it's genious! but you're genious! but you're the female e.e. cummings! ? rules. dude.

okay, i'm now going to be typing my portfolio up. not now, because i'm exhausted. and i didn't have power (no electricity! for five hours! from five to ten! AH!). so sorry no emails are going out. i'm just... to tired to manufacture words i don't even know. so i'm just sticking with this.

i love you. dearly, dearest,

emilea

January 4, 2008 at 4:42 PM  

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