An open bag, crisp and salty:
The curvature of your body, magic.
I’m ever so hungry, dear,
I live, long for each bite.
Yeah, I’m eating Sunchips for breakfast. Which happens when you wake up twenty minutes before your shift starts at work. Whatever, Sunchips are delicious.
I may have slack’d off for a while:
‘Tis an honest mistake, I assure you.
I forgot my username,
And my password with it.
Apologies to all for my intense, year-long silence. School was particularly overwhelming this year, and, on top of that, I couldn’t for the life of me remember my username, which makes it difficult to log in. I had an epiphany late last night, and you can heretofore expect sporadic, but frequent, updates.
Due to the thousands of things I insist on pursuing, this thing won’t be updated any time soon (unless Bailey wants to start up again?) It’s not that I don’t write these, or like them- it’s that my energy is being invested elsewhere. Until something changes, you can always follow my adventures at ipayraptattention.wordpress.com.
Upon Watching Hitman
Dearest Timothy Olyphant:
You are so hot I would do you- even
with a barcode on your head.
Just don’t open your mouth.
Upon Gesturing Unwisely with Liquidy Pudding
(over White Carpet)
Oh, Chocolate stain on my floor:
Please be kind and submit to my washcloth-
I can’t afford steam cleaning.
and you are so darn brown.
So, I am such a fan of boys:
Boys boys boys boys boys boys boys boys boys boys.
My date was totally good,
Boys boys boys boys boys boys.
I am very excited for:
Burn After Reading, which premieres today.
Regardless of one bad re-
view, I will watch anon.
In other news, all readers of post-it poetry are encouraged to send in their own poems for a special readers-only post! Send in your poems to bailey.postitpoetry@gmail.com by Tuesday, Sept. 16 if you would like your poem featured!
Life can work unexpectedly:
Yesterday I found myself overwhelmed.
My eyes dotted with hot tears,
I’ve never been so good.
…and to apologize, I’m posting two today!
She leaves and I am more mad than hurt:
I suppose it’s just how selfish I am.
Thinking she’d want to stay here-
When there holds more to find.
Squat shoeboxes in my closet:
There I find letters to my future self.
They tell me, “Be good, be smart.”
I must tell them I’ve failed.
Some people don’t understand breaks:
Will be testing on Taming of the Shrew.
This will be tomorrow, two-
Not one week from school’s start.
My British Literature teacher is funny and all, but this? This huge test? Is so not cool.
I am made of white grape jelly:
Useless globs to spread upon sandwiches.
My stomach bulges, pregnant,
With food and fat and flab.
In other words, y’all, I seriously need to go to the gym. Also, the title is for real. I refuse to waste money on clothes that don’t look good on me anyway, so I made a deal with myself. Here I go!
