Okay, okay. I get it.
You’ve enjoyed my cowboy poems, I’m sure, but now it’s time for a respite. I know.
Which is why for this installment of Throwback Thursday, I bring you another poem… though, not of the cowboy variety.
In fact, this time I’m giving you a rare gift, dear reader – as this blog post will be exceptionally short.
(Do try contain your enthusiasm, please.)
This poem was written on New Year’s Eve, as we embarked on a journey from 2006 to 2007. I was at a party.
I had a crush on a boy who had a crush on my best friend, and allowed myself to be consumed with this crushing truth so entirely that I’m ashamed to say it might have ruined my whole evening. These were dark days in the journals of Susie Wittbrodt… dark days indeed.
I’ll spare you the surrounding woe-is-me journal entries, but I will share this little gem – scribbled into my journal in the bathroom of a friend’s house, while I pined over the exceptional hurt that is unrequited love:
His cigarette hung limp
Between a pair of grainy lips.
It bounced between them as he spoke,
Conducting snarky quips.
I pretended to palate his poisonous prose
As I pondered his dark silhouette.
But my ponderings wandered just under his nose,
At his dancing red-tipped cigarette.
Happy Throwback Thursday!
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