John,
I tried to post this, but wasn't able to, so I'm just going to put it here and trust you to move it for me. Ok, so, does this poem sound familiar to anyone? I think I read it in Dr. Morehead's class last year, and I really need to know. Like really. If it does, e-mail me. Thanks.
--Christine
Outlaw: A Love Story
The grocery store is overcharging again and I'm hungry
not poor- or sad-hungry, just itchtwitching for a little snack,
none of that vending machine bullshit, crushed Doritos that crumble
in the package and leave dirty cheese-film on fingers,
I want a peach.
A fuzzy runny sweet peach, and this one is perfect:
maybe I'll see you on the street and we'll share.
But the grocerboy shakes his head and I peachesandcream it,
such a nice smile: peachy keen? with peaches on top?
Still no, cause I have fifty-five cents in my palm,
and the register registers seventy-one.
Fuck That, I think, and A Man's Gotta Do,
and quicktrick: slip it into my jacket pocket
and trust the produce aisle (shhh) not to tell.
The bulge and I swagger outside (OUTSIDE!): GRIN WITH PRIDE,
shrug scolding angels off my shoulder now I have
FREE WILL and I am HUNGRY and I SIT
in the middle of the SIDEWALK and eat my prize.
A little girl in a blue hat, eyes like mine,
walks by and stares at the sticky juice on my chin
I want to offer her a bite, watch the juice
run down her chin too, pull her close, whisper:
IT'S STOLEN!
I want you to see me then, a little girl
in one hand and a peach in the other
and I would break laws for you, too.
I've never read it ... by the way, you couldn't post to the main page because after you didn't post for like ... a year ... I took away your file access permissions to do so ... but left you with access to the comments page (because everyone's allowed to comment, and that'd be cruel not to let you). If you think you'd be posting frequently again, I'll reset it back up, but if not, cool either way.
John.
i've decided I really like this poem ... except it seems like for some moral reason I shouldn't ...
John,
Wow. You're extremely odd. Or at least judging a poem on how morally objectionable it is is. Or something. But anyway, I don't particularly care if I can't post, since it's so rare that I want to.
You don't happen to have an e-mail address for Dr. Morehead, do you? I cannot express how much of a help it would be if I could contact her about this.
no, i've definetly never seen that poem in moreheads class, of course, i dont know what you creative writers read, but that seems to have a lot of curse words in it for a morehead poem. maybe she censors for ap english.
Hey, I don't have an E-mail address for Dr. Morehead, but I do live just a few houses down the road from her. If you'd like, I could go talk to her about it and give her your e-mail and what not.
Jordan, you're crazy. Stalking Dr. Morehead? what's wrong with you! :-P
--Fiend
Jordan,
I have no idea who you are, aside from someone who obviously knows John and went to Manual and whatnot, but I would just love it if you'd do that for me. Tell her that the person who's asking about it is Christine Mellen and that my e-mail address is cmellen@haverford.edu. Thanks. :)
--Christine
I wasn't judging the poem on how morally objectionable it was, I just simply said that I liked it even though it might SEEM like for a moral reason I should not ...
we did not read the poem in creative writing nor app english ...
Christine,
I'll definetly get around to it then. I've been really busy lately but I'll stop by some time before the end of the week and give her your message.
I do have her e-mail address, it turns out, so I think I'll drop her a line about it one of these days. Anyway, thanks for your help Jordan.
--Christine