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Typings of a well-traveled, talky, funny, hobo-poet.
Love Letter to a Poet #1
Dear, Laura Yes Yes,
In the last 24 hours, I have discovered how much more beautiful and strange you are. You were always one of those girls from home. Young and settled. I am glad you stopped in and made better friends of me. Worcester needs the “I-fuckin-do-what-I-need-to-do” of your hair and hips.
Your fire is a drive-in that others will stop to watch someday. I am lucky to get an early screening.
Your heart pumps sexy like it’s squat-sitting on the well of an endless supply. Your nose knows where it goes, but you haven’t finished drawing your maps. You will. You will erase them a couple of times, but you will get there. Call me when you do. I may point and laugh at the trajectory but I will applaud the journey.
NEVER FORGET THE JOURNEY.
I cannot wait for the world to cast you up into where you hope they’ll put you. They have the power to throw and you just need to let them do it. Be sure to love them when it happens and give it all back when you’re done.
We won’t be held up for what our names do, but we are certainly responsible for the words that come under them. Own them and give them away with leashes so people can get back to you. See the world. Find yourself a place that looks lovely, like a mirror. Stay a while. Maybe a porch. Maybe a couch. No matter. I want to run into you again anywhere, my friend.
Love,
McGee
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Love Letter to a Poet #1
Dear, Laura Yes Yes,
In the last 24 hours, I have discovered how much more beautiful and strange you are. You were always one of those girls from home. Young and settled. I am glad you stopped in and made better friends of me. Worcester needs the “I-fuckin-do-what-I-need-to-do” of your hair and hips.
Your fire is a drive-in that others will stop to watch someday. I am lucky to get an early screening.
Your heart pumps sexy like it’s squat-sitting on the well of an endless supply. Your nose knows where it goes, but you haven’t finished drawing your maps. You will. You will erase them a couple of times, but you will get there. Call me when you do. I may point and laugh at the trajectory but I will applaud the journey.
NEVER FORGET THE JOURNEY.
I cannot wait for the world to cast you up into where you hope they’ll put you. They have the power to throw and you just need to let them do it. Be sure to love them when it happens and give it all back when you’re done.
We won’t be held up for what our names do, but we are certainly responsible for the words that come under them. Own them and give them away with leashes so people can get back to you. See the world. Find yourself a place that looks lovely, like a mirror. Stay a while. Maybe a porch. Maybe a couch. No matter. I want to run into you again anywhere, my friend.
Love,
McGee
Originally published at Mike McGee Town. You can comment here or there.
This entry was written by , posted on at 4:31 PM, filed under Personal Updates and tagged laura yes yes, love letter #1, love letters to poets, mike mcgee poem, poem. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.