a poem today, and then i remembered
that there are only two pages left
in this poetry journal here and it
made me want to go write
right away because i love i love
the finality that comes with completion
of eight months' worth of thought
put deliberately on so many different days,
in so many different states of mind. i'm
on the very last page now and it feels
fucking fantastic to be here; what
a journey it has been and i am of course
a new girl now like always
when i reach the end and it's
bitter and it's sweet and it's
time. a mirror to my own life --
it's time for something new for me,
too, an adventure i can ride through
beaming from the rush.
04.14.2012
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