Joanna

Joanna Jun 2013

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I am a 'before' picture
in an advert for a miracle diet plan,
I'm the indentation too-tight socks leave
around your ankles,
I am wearing too many layers in summer
and too few in winter,
I am chapped lips
and itchy backs
and paper cuts,
I am the stubble coating unshaven legs,
I am stubbing your toe
or bashing your funny bone,
I am not a poet
and it is not poetic.

Joanna Jun 2013

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I would like to write now, the
problem is I don't have anything to write about.
I don't want to write about something I neither
have a clue nor care about, but
I don't really care strongly enough about
anything. Also,
I'm getting worse at rhyming.

Joanna Jun 2013

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I'm not saying the sun shines for you,
Just it would if you asked it to.
I'm not saying the birds call out your name,
But it sounds that way all the same.

Joanna May 2013

1

always wondering if you like me;
though the answer is quite plain to see
by the way you stare so longingly
at that girl sat suggestively upon your knee.

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