Tubes like snakes
slithered through our
poetry class along with
cliches about love and ***
and loneliness.
Tea time
and crosswords
and cookies
cure hearts.
talk of
gumbo and
deliciously cold
plums will always
bring you to mind.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 5:15 PM UTC
Tubes like snakes
slithered through our
poetry class along with
cliches about love and ***
and loneliness.
Tea time
and crosswords
and cookies
cure hearts.
talk of
gumbo and
deliciously cold
plums will always
bring you to mind.
I wrote this poem for my friend Joey because he is awesome.