Brandishing tin weapons with dull points
Spoons or knitting needles
To poke the truths from holes
In the strainer recently emptied of macaroni
Or maybe the conversations in bed at night
Requesting a new game every time we hypothesize
Out of hypocrisy
And know we'll lose
Scalded by false pretenses with true postenses
Dropped on the floor, splattered on the wall
Sticking because they're done
Just right
Scalded by steam from the smallest pot I own,
With no handle
Convinced it won't hinder me, ignore the sting
Accept the stink of your garbage disposal words
All wrong
We're not having dinner tonight
Or maybe ever again
March, 2001
About Me
- Pixie Vixen
- So much of the following is no longer true. Although some of it is. And more will probably be changing soon. I just don't have the heart to change it yet: I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Literature and extensive coursework in Computer Engineering. I'm a lover of animals, art, music, culture and language. Because of my love for music, I joined the Detroit Concert Choir and competed in the Llangollen Festival in North Wales! I want to find a way to change the world, albeit cheesy, and I hope that my love of architecture and the environment can symbiotically lead me in new directions in life. I am an avid beer drinker and travel to some of the best beer fests in the U.S. – none internationally – yet. I spend my free time (what free time??) dancing, singing and taking art, drafting, photography and architecture classes at Lawrence Tech. My husband and I live in Ferndale, Michigan, one of the hippest, yet most conscientious cities around.
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