Poetry in Progress

I try to always have a pen on me so that whenever notable images, ideas, or memories pop up, I can catch them before they disappear. Sometimes I’ll work on these thoughts right away, and sometimes I’ll revisit them months or even years later.

Here are some old notes for a poem that I’d like to build out more eventually. I kind of like it in its original form too though, so I wanted to record and share it before it becomes something else. 


I hope you can read my lefty handwriting! A boy I liked when I was younger once told me that I had the handwriting of a monk. Fyi guys, nothing makes a girl feel less sexy than telling her that something about her reminds you of a monk. 

Happy Monday! (Mon[k]day?)