Nite's Napo Tent
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Okay so I flunked out in April but can I do it for a week in August? Let's see!
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on limerence, cigarettes, and not-quite-truths
on doctor's forms,
i check the box for "never smoked",
because no doctor cares about
that one time eight years ago.
it was june in dublin,
and in the bar with beer pong in the basement,
i drank a guinness and watched,
wishing i understood the rules
that all my classmates seemed to understand
and knowing damn well
that no one wants me on their team.
finally the glass was empty
so i could find you outside.
i was lost most of that summer,
but at least when you were there,
we could be lost together.
you offered me a drag
of your cigarette.
i would have said no,
but it had touched your lips,
and my desire to kiss you
was stronger than nicotine.
i don't think i did it right.
the smoke burrowing into my nostrils
and burning, making my throat
beg for sweet release.
i haven't touched a cigarette since,
but it took much longer
for thoughts of you to leave me.
it's a good thing doctor's offices
don't ask if you have ever been in love,
because I'm never sure how to answer that question.Spoiler
This fits the daily challenge because it's about something that happened when I was studying abroad, which is sort-of like a vacation, especially when you take a few days off to fly to Dublin. -
I'd like to think I'm not a bigot,
but honestly I'm just too lazy.
I read about how
a woman had the police called on her
for falling asleep in a dorm room lounge
and I can't imagine how I would see that
and think anything but
"yep, that's finals weeks for you."
Or calling 911 on a little girl
selling water for a school trip
because she happened to be black.
I guess I"m just not racist enough
to see the point.
When someone speaks Spanish
or Chinese or Arabic or whatever,
my default mode is to assume
they are not talking to me
and go on with my day
instead of trying to get them
kicked out of the airport.
A friend of mine
was crossing the street with her girlfriend
and dared to hold her hand
and suddenly the car at the stop sign
hit the gas and pretended she didn't mean to
and I wonder if she really thought
two girls holding hands
was worth going to jail over.
It is not that I am high and mighty
and somehow free of all prejudice.
I just don't understand how people
notice these awful traits
and bother changing their behavior
for some petty revenge
on an invisible enemy.
(from the current events poem workshop, will do my no adjectives poem next) -
a story I wish I didn't remember
In May, it began
when I lost myself
on the hills of streets in Spain
and you guided me home.
In June I fought
against bullies and drunks,
and you became my shield.
When I sampled your cigarette,
I thought I was in love.
In July, I kissed thousands of boys
that weren't you
trying to inspire jealousy in your heart,
but only succeeding in bruising mine.
When we hugged goodbye,
I inhaled your cologne
and prayed this wasn't the end.
In fall, I wrote you letters
you would never read
and my heart tried to survive
on the crumbs you gave me.
In spring, I lost my mind,
and even when my brain collapsed,
I wrote to you.
After a year, you returned,
but I only felt silence,
discomfort highlighting
the gaps between us. -
The Transformation of Isabella: Niteowl's LMS
The challenge to use two different voices fits well with my LMS poems, so I'm double dipping woohoo! -
From the structured poetry workshop:
"okay let's do this"
is what she said the night
he broke the barriers of friendship
and asked her to dance.
"okay let's do this"
is what he said the day
she brought a U-Haul to his apartment
and together they dragged in
box after box after box.
"okay let's do this"
is what he said for the world to hear
as she wore a white dress on the beach
and their kiss signaled the promise of forever.
"okay let's do this"
is what the man with wire-framed glasses
said to the couple on the couch,
inviting her to explain how he was not enough
and him to protest that she asks too much.
"okay you do that"
is what he said
the night she said she was leaving
and he didn't believe her
until he heard her speed away.
Also:
On many things we disagreed,
like how s'mores are eaten best.
You thought marshmellows were too sweet,
While I liked them better than the rest.
Those campfire nights are lodged in my heart,
but I know you've moved on and that's the worst part.
I want to do the s'mores themed villanelle but I haven't gotten it all together yet. -
Campfire nights are lodged in my heart,
Though that summer was long ago.
Forgetting is the hardest part.
I didn't know it at the start,
but it wasn't just fires that made me glow.
Campfire nights are lodged in my heart.
Your smile hit me like a go-cart
and I never wanted you to go.
Forgetting is the hardest part
Roasting marshmallows is an art
To burn just right, the color of cocoa
Campfire nights are lodged in my heart.
Like graham crackers we were broken apart,
and all I have left are letters and photos.
Forgetting is the hardest part.
I knew it wasn't very smart,
to think our love would always grow.
Campfire nights are lodged in my heart.
Forgetting is the hardest part.
Dude I wrote a s'mores villanelle check it.
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*drops in to say I'm super impressed you were able to do a s'mores villanelle, I did not even attempt!*
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