Sarita Brown Poems
|1.||What I Thought He Meant||10/27/2009|
|2.||There Is Nothing Fluffy About This Story, Baby||10/27/2009|
|3.||Scenes From The Parallel Universe In My Sleep||10/27/2009|
|4.||Chance And Geometry||10/27/2009|
|5.||After The Phone Call||10/27/2009|
|7.||Seven Columns Of Truth||10/27/2009|
|9.||The Wind Is Blowing A Hole In My Heart||10/27/2009|
|10.||Conversation By A Dusty Highway||10/27/2009|
|11.||Our First Date||10/27/2009|
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Our First Date
We met when I was 12,
you might say I was a child bride.
he was not very attractive when he was around his
something about their white collar ways,
their preoccupation with money matters'
and pew styles
seemed to stifle him.
And even though they kept saying his
name, somehow I got the impression
that they didn't much care for his
penchant for unpredictability.
they liked a deity they could tame.
i used to see him glancing at me
as i yawned through yet another AGM,
waiting for the coffee and donuts.
one day i was ...