cheesy poem

twenty-one is much too old for
adolescent longing, -liking boys- is
something we left behind in
high school diaries, or college dorm-room chats, perhaps, but

forging on into adulthood, one should not
bother with such trifles, dreams of lips
and secret smiles, or understanding without
words. still,

I think you should ask me out because
I like you like ice cream, sticky-sweet
and innocent, giddy as a bubble clinging to the
side of the pepsi glass, poised to giggle my way
up to something new.

Liz and Mary said to blog this. Kind of gross, huh? I said giggle . . .

In other news, I made this new page, mainly for myself, but you all are welcome too . . . specialn.blogspot.com