Living In Moments

One day I would like to write novels for a living. In the meantime, here's a poem I scratched out while bored in American Short Stories (Sorry Emily Rapp! I loved you as a teacher but some of the content was dull.)  fall of 2010. 

♥ Rachel T

Living In Moments

The door opened easily enough

                                                (Ask and you shall…)

I found postcards

Rose petals over bookshelves and faucets

Naked light bulbs and dust specks

                                                (Ask and you shall…)

T-shirts are being printed           

                                                No matter.

All my favorite characters are dead

Thanks JJ……………………Joss.

Baby doll dresses and Joaquin shots

Silver heels that abandon feet early

                                                For dancing

                                                WHO

                                           THE FUCK

                                        IS THAT KID?!?!?!

                                                No matter.

A alcoholic blur.

Drinking songs and silly dances

Beer soaking my neck, my shoulders, my back

                                                AMATEURS!!!

Drunken accusations

Freshman friends owning at pong

                                                                                                              BOWIE

Is all that matters

Awkward Nerdmate kisses

Getting married to fuck other people

                                                                                             Legal friends! =)

Stealing mac & cheese

Yelling at the cute hippie

From Maine

Or New Hampshire?

                                    (Whatever.)

                                                                        Freshman can’t hold their liquor.