Rainbow picnic
Jul. 1st, 2012 12:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
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Date: 2012-07-01 06:08 am (UTC)The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater
because he is trying to kill you,
and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,
and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
your life is over anyway.
You're in eighth grade. You know these things.
You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do
long division,
and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you
didn't do,
because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
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Date: 2012-07-01 03:51 pm (UTC)for the record, let me make a thing of cream and stars that becomes,/
you know the story, simply heaven."
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Date: 2012-07-01 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-01 03:44 pm (UTC)*sending around a really tasty quinoa salad I picked up from the bakery down the street*
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Date: 2012-07-01 04:55 pm (UTC)I love a good quinoa salad. :)
*passes around pitchers of iced coffee, iced tea, and cold lemonade*
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Date: 2012-07-01 04:59 pm (UTC)