Saturday, June 18, 2011

I'm debating making a chapbook just because I want to self promote myself.
Maybe the title could be, HTTP://LILYYYDAWN.BLOGSPOT.COM.
Maybe I could pay money to just be LILYYYDAWN.COM
or I could donate that money to cleft lipped children in India.
I think about donating money a lot.
Also I have poison ivy and it sucks.
Here is a poem I wrote.




Letter to my future friend

I know we haven't met yet and you probably think I'm a bad person
based on all the stuff you've been told about me,
like being addicted to “drugs”
having severe depression
or relying heavily on alcohol,
but I know that once you see me, you will realize that I'm not so strung out,
that I won't be popping pills in public
or stealing out of your mother's purse.
You will think it was so silly to be nervous about seeing me
once you see my wide doe eyes and dainty frame.
How could a pretty glass figurine such as myself overdose and wake up in a hospital bed,
wrists and ankles tied to the railing to prevent any further vicious attacks on the staff?
Wonder will smack your brain and you'll say,
“I knew it all had to be lies! This girl is an angel!”

And you will let me off with a nice prescription of Adderall
instead of sentencing me to the mental ward.

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