Strange and then some..
As a Malaspina student you can send poems to their newspaper email account. If they like it, they will put it in the next edition as the poem of the month. I wrote a few I thought I might send in. I never sent it in. This is what Sept.´s draft looked like. A Half Pair Can´t find my shoes again. Mon, Tues, Thur, Fri. It´s Wednesday. Christ, Wednesday 5.00 date with my guy-a clinking ghost that looks a hell of a lot like you. The shoes for the brassy outfit I´ve planned are brown, and frayed at the edges; Frayed in that way you know didn´t happen accidently over time, Frayed like frayed nerves again tonight at 5.00 Deliberate and stupid, these frayed edges of mine. And I can´t find them. Sometimes my shoes are so inappropriate Like wine and pizza And your hand on my breast or mine on yours when my boyfriend leaves. I don´t need shoes then. Still, today my shoes would match Only I haven´t found my other one. You can´t work with only half a pair of shoes, Or one with one of another pair. I...