Saturday, April 16, 2011
The perfect poem for all the peeps
Reading this poem on The Writer's Almanac yesterday was a moment of perfect synchronicity (particularly after yesterday's post).
My clothes are perfectly contoured
to my body. my shoes & socks
fit just right. My cat is a delightful
intelligent animal. My apartment
is great. The right location,
cheap rent. I eat the best food.
My friends love me. I adore them.
My lover is terrific & beautiful.
The sun is shining. There are trees
even in the slums in Washington.
I have tons of money & a gorgeous
air conditioner. Great art hangs
on my wall. I live a spine-tingling life
of delirious sex & intense happiness.
-- Terence Winch
The last sentence, in particular, made me nearly howl with laughter.