Musings of a mini mexican

I am small, I am mighty, I am loved chosen and destined. I write not for anyone else to read really but to keep myself sane. Its how I process and in the process I have discovered I have a gift with words.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

ode to brotats

I remember when I met you .
Mr Klines 2nd period drama lit class.
you were equal parts intimidating and fascinating
like a first snuck cigarette after a show at the nocturnal
coincidentally the same show that cemented our friendship and prevented our ability to ever look mr barringer in the eye without remembering...
that one time Barringer saw...
you have been my rock of Gibraltar
my ear zit removal specialist
my make up artist
my body piercer and im sure
if we were ever bored enough with the right supplies..
tattoo artist.
you make tattoos painless and
fredmeyer seem like the most fascinating place on earth.
thank you for ...
stabbing me in the leg
breaking my shower ..
picking me up ..
mailing me ceral...
the bottom line is no one will ever have my
6, 7, 8, 9 quite like you do

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