Poem

When I was home during graduation, I went to the chiropractor with my Mom. I sat in the waiting room and found a magazine called Artful Blogging and found that I really like it! There were all kinds of neat artsy things in it. While flipping through it I found this partial post from asweetlife.typepad.com

She heard their warnings

felt the sting of their slaps

on the top of her hand.

"Stop! Don't touch them!

They're hot. They'll burn you.

They're sharp. They'll cut you."

And so she withdrew her hand

from the black sky and put it

back into her pocket,

a little stardust on each fingertip.

But she was never satisfied with

just stealing a touch.

No, what they didn't know was

how her hunger grew,

how the rumble woke her

in the night,

how she cried from longing.

No, what they didn't know was

how she always felt a little empty

and how she dreamed of a belly

full of stars.

This has to be one of my new favorite poems I have found so far. I ended up taking the magazine with me and later realized it is a $15 magazine! OOPS!

I went shopping today with Kendra and Beth....bought way too much, but I love everything I got!