August 7, 2006

Crumpled

Shopping for a Halloween costume
I found a crumpled sheet of spiral
notebook paper, stuffed in the pocket of a checkered
sport coat at the Salvation Army
Dear Ramone,
it read in loopy purple ink
I saw you the other day talking with Rebecca
by your locker in the hall.
It reminded me of a time when a crumpled
piece of paper seemed like the only means
of approaching a member of the opposite
sex.
Iím sad that we donít
talk to each other as much
as we used to.
I burned a pile
of crumpled notebook pages in a coffee can
in the garage.
I know we arenít
going out anymore
Somewhere, buried in that garage, there is
a box that still contains an entire
notebookís worth of crumpled pages
but you were such a big part
of my life
from a different girl.
Iím glad that Iíve outgrown
in eighth grade.
talking to girls Ė women Ė
through ink
I just hope that we can still be friends.
Love, Flo
on crumpled paper.
Posted by dpetrella at August 7, 2006 4:29 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Only computer nerds could invite a language in which there is no reliable way of indenting. This is the best I could do to replicate this poem the way it appears on the page. There shouldn't a be line of space between each line.

Posted by: Dan at August 7, 2006 4:40 PM

Hehe, yeah, it was mostly out of laziness really. same reason y2k happened. I think there's a way to do what you want though, due to people actually caring about what webpages look like, i'll send you an email. Cool concept on the poem though. pretty awesome looking.

Posted by: mallio at August 7, 2006 10:30 PM
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