It's been awhile

It is with much chagrin that I admit to you that, yes, I am a poet.  Much like the reaction one gets from being a self-proclaimed actor, so is the poet's fate.  I am graduating in May (May 9th at 11 am, to be exact) and my thesis is a portfolio of some my poetry.  I thought you'd never ask, here's a taste.

She wears a t-shirt She wears an apron

@*!? is what smeared with grease

it says in English and miso broth.

but in Japanese Her spine no longer 

it must sound straightens from

cool, to wear bending near soil,

a shirt with a gleaning from the

different language, earth its'

scrawled across it, incandescent beads,

must make you pearls for life,

bilingual, or traveled. to continue

The hair across her generation to generation.

forehead is lopsided Her daughter will soon

and he loves it, learn to pluck

was inspired by it even pearls and

because he has one too, place ear to earth

the haircut rice to mouth.

and the t-shirt.