The Girl with a Lobster

I'm a 22 year-old lady living in Kansas City. I work in a grocery store, although I kicked ass in getting an English degree. Some call me Elizabeth, some call me Ishmael, some call me Octopus-Hands. And others (well mostly Heather) call me Katarina von Pillows McElroy. Take your pick.

There isn't a cohesive focus to this blog, although I do fancy Britcoms, literature, language, writing, sci-fi, plants, webcomics, history, and other geekery.

I do have an odd sense of humor, and you'll just have to deal with that.

This is the rain
you were meant to forget,
this, the star that will not forsake you.

My handmade hypotheses are legions
on, yet no one speaks of drowning.
If I have drowned, then let it be

with you, for you, and fallen birds.
First of all, I never said
that it wasn’t something worth saying.

You were the game
I was meant to lose. But the game
was sweet, and soft, my friend,

and my hand still warm from the weight of it.

from Eileen G’Sell’s “I Love You Like A Good Game of Skee Ball”
#poetry  #eileen g'sell  #heart chamber  
6 months ago on November 27, 2011 at 09:59pm with 3 notes
  1. egrom posted this