Wednesday, January 28, 2009


This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Sounds like you've been reading too much Orlando lately. :)

Urban Folk said...

hahahahaha. That's fantastic. I have been in similar situations, where you get it in your head you're going to be a hero, and somewhere between grabbing the guy and meeting his eyes, you sort of go "oh shit, I'm really, really outmatched here" and you don't know what to do. Usually I just run with it and hope I don't run out of luck. So far I'm doing okay. Awesome post, though -- you grabbed the moment perfectly. And kudos for being a girl with more balls than most of the guys I know.