FREE MILK (First Draft - Easter 2012)
I’m posting the first draft because it’s likely that I will never write subsequent drafts and I can’t bear the thought of having another decent piece rot to death in a folder somewhere.
This is kind of a sexy poem, so I hope you enjoy it.
For the past two years, I have called Sarah my best friend (ever since the night we met in the halls of our dorm building wearing our pjs). I’ve written with her, shared some of my darkest secrets with her, drank with her mom and helped her move into her very first apartment.
Though I love every second of our friendship, I admire Sarah’s writing more than I admire anyone else’s (and you know that’s a big statement if you’ve been paying attention). I have seen her grow into a writer of great strength and wisdom. She’s the kind of writer I envy because it feels like anything she writes falls out of her perfected, profound, moving. She has that way of crafting a sentence in just the right way. If I were her teacher, I would crave her words, crave seeing her grow, take those risks. I would encourage her to take any instinct and run with it because it will probably be successful.
Basically, I want to give some mad props to my best friend for yet another incredible piece that made me whisper “good goddamn” and made the hair on my arms raise in the best possible way.
GPOYSNWE: Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Saturday No Words Edition.
Almost all of my best friends in Chicago are here now (I’m looking at you Sarah Stanley, get with it!) and I’m excited, I have a new boy who is very, very worth it, I am settled back home (finally!) and I’m broke. No words, indeed, Tumblr, because there are no words to explain how happy I am and how many things are going incredibly right in my life. They are.
I miss blogging, so expect me to have more presence in the next few weeks. Classes are starting on Tuesday (for me, anyway) and they will be exciting and different and I’m stoked.
No words.
