Now, normally I don't post stuff the same day I write it. But I was feeling spontaneous. Please rip it to shreds.
--
Did you know, Suzanne,
that I intended to write a poem today,
even though I haven't written
a poem
in months?
(It's hard to go so long
without a poem.)
And, to be honest
for a moment, I
didn't intend to write it for you.
I really
wanted to write a poem for this
boy I know, who was also born on this day,
but I had
nothing to say.
(It's hard to go so long
without something to say.)
But here it is,
and I haven't wrapped it
or anything, but I
made it myself,
you know, and I thought you might
appreciate the effort—
neither you
nor he
will ever know the difference.
