There is a certain joy in teasing out the ache of old love and making it transparent and and rigid as glass.
When I was a freshman in high school my best friend didn’t buy me a normal birthday present. Instead she bought me a whole box of petit fours.
I had never seen such delightful little squares. They felt like a bite size dream. I froze most of them and made each and every one last as long as possible.
I stumbled upon some lovely internet poets who are contemporary and nostalgic all at the same time. I tried to emulate their lovely type-writer cool, but my typewriter is oh so broken and the one at work (yes, there is a typewriter at the library, we are awesome) ate my money and laughed in my face!
So I fell back on what I know and made a semi-nostalgic poem-let for sharing.
There are lots more to come; I wrote 24 of these!
Hope you like them!