I guess this is my excuse for not updating.

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 can’t buy new clothes until I lose ten pounds.

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!

Oops, again.

Once engulfed in seductive dreams:
Flannel and warm like my layered wrappings.
I awake, and I realize–
I have forgotten her.

I was supposed to pick up my sister from her freshman orientation for high school. This was supposed to happen at noon. I woke from my nap at 12:30. I suck.

Mmm, I like this place better now.

Reasons I am not a tourist:

ice wine, hiking, and then some more ice wine.

who gives a crap about tours-

there is booze to be had.

I’m one of those people that is frightened by opportunity.

Some day, I hope to conquer this:
This fear of being better than I am.
It reigns huge and hopeless here–
My mind its soiled kingdom.

alo from canadia

A postcard from niagara falls:

apparently I don’t like gambling.

overpriced everything here:

ten dollar french fries, beer.

Go see Tropic Thunder.

If I were trapped Vietnam:
I would want Robert Downey Jr. there.
Tropic Thunder was the shit–
everyone was laughing.

Also, did you know Tom Cruise is in it? And is really, really funny? I didn’t realize it was Tom Cruise until the very end when he whips off his glasses and they do a close-up on his face, and I was like, “HOLY SHIT IT’S TOM CRUISE.” And my incredibly patient friend just looked at me and nodded slowly.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

I, inspired by Napoleon:
Have taken over Post-It Poetry.
With Zoelle away at school,
I, Bailey, am supreme.

Well, sort of. But Zoelle may have limited access to the internet while over at her fancy-schmancy college, so it just made more sense for me to have a bit more control over the website.

Updates will still be frequent, of course! Member submissions are always welcome!

~Bailey

PS: We have a gmail now! Send submissions to bailey.postitpoetry@gmail.com !

I’m crying. Except not, bc am at work.

My dear Zoelle leaves me today:
She’s off once more to her smart person school.
I doubt people will notice-
If she sends a robot.

Yum

Oh, Monkey Pilaf, I love you:

Fluffy and creamy and crunchy and good.

Perfect distraction from piles-

of paper and lonely.

 

The end of the summer is here:

cascading down my calendar boxes.

Got to find a way to bring

all these memories home.