be my only

this is my thank you poem (of sorts)

i love how we all laugh
at a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y nothing.
it is our randomness
that makes me smile
while i procrastinate writing
a paper on poetry.
always.

frost. pound. williams.
this is just to say
i have not eaten
the plums
in the icebox
because that would be
cruel.

stanzas, words, punctuation
blends into our laugh lines
as i attach my heart on
my red bow
wearing it proudly
as one would wear
Darcy breeches.
love.


forgive my attempt at poetry. lots of love, always.