Immediately after the thought
chafes me, my mind, like an old obtrusive
metronome, lists the people
who are at my
conversational disposal. And today
I’m wishing I was Felicity—
pushing a poet’s musings
into a 90’s-esque tape recorder.
Which tape I will send
to my long-distant comrade that will not
only understand me with a god’s
eye, but will deliver advice that uncages
the nervous balloon dwelling
in my stomach.
3 comments:
Hi Amy, It's Robin Emily's friend. I am so impressed with your bolg and I saw how grown up and beautiful you are on Emily's blog. It's nice to know you are doing well and attending BYU.
oh my goodness gracioius! i love LOVE felicity!! one of my favorite shows ever! i think everyone wishes they had a sally sometime.
oh girl.. you make me so happy. i love that you love felicity. you n' i could talk for HOURS about that show. oh the torment of ben and noel and that gorgeous fluffy big hair of hers.. wow. send me a tape anytime miss. xoxo.
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