Edited poems for my English 251 portfolio. I have to make a creative non fiction and short story into 4-5 pages so I'll post those once I figure out how in the hell to do that.

YOU, ME AND THE MOON

                   

I remember Jack Elliot, in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania,

talking about what should be and what is.

I spun across the hardwood floor,

and the music was bitchin’ 

and his toes were tapping,

and the chandelier was quivering.

The somber air outside locked out.

Our steps were perfect;

my feet and yours.

Annie twisted her hips 

as she riffled through records

and our smiles shattered against

the cement outside.

The record was singing before

the needle touched and

we danced until the moon cried,

and she wept until we fell asleep.

 WE MET IN THE DARK

We met on a country lane.

The air was honeysuckle.

I stared at him from the end of the road,

His face dark.

The stars drowned in the sky painted black.

The moon had gone to a single smudge.

My heart skittered along the crumbling dirt road.

A bounce and a low gasp and

His arms hugged me into the densest dark.

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and the Bullshit