poetry friends are the best because you get to bond over something that pretty much no one else wants to talk about. plus you can read each other's poems and say more than "cool, i like this one."
recently i moved into an apartment with the great meghann plunkett, a long time poetry friend. so far the perks are that we've been able to vent our frustration about the shitty poetry selections at most bookstores, like the goddamn strand. we also have access to each other's books. this is mostly to my benefit because meghann has way way way more books in this apartment than i do.
when we're feeling groovy we work on wordy art projects.
my roommate found this book in the trash. it's about animals. enjoy my nails.
then meghann started doing erasure on the pages to make poems, then she illustrated over the words that were erased.
it says "the flocks of tiny/giraffes,/with/their/purplish/birdseed,/a silvery dream/melt away/ the nighttime,/parade/to/water/sparks/and/sometimes/another dimension/is/bottomless/ under/ the/ helpless motion."
then our friend natalie made one.
"water-stalk/daytime/hot/loaded/vinyl/on/inner/drop/from a beach/of basking/I/drift/up/slowly/solid/filling/landscape/the gun/pebbleworm-/some muggers/uhhhhhhh shhlushleeeee uhhhhhh/-a beauty/mud pack/forever./glamorous goo"
i made this one when i was feelin prett-ay groovy.
"swine to poachers/ world-record rhinos/long/silver/lions/monkey-eating/ill-tempered/exotic secretary/cameras were busy/An Eighty-Foot Fall/far/unmistakable/giant ventriloquists/Somewhere/eyeballs/closer to/ GNAASHAHRRRRR/crouched low,"
my girl stephanie made this funky one.
"the hunter/gliding/Breathing/close-up/scraped/downhill/Distance okay/Beads of sweat/ I could see nothing/Years/just/my head/freaking,"
we also wrote some group poems recently but i'm feeling too shy to post them just yet.
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