i am drawing on your arm with marker and you are not amused
by Austin Kerswill on Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 11:30am
There was a profound sadness
in her eyes.
It rarely reached her lips
but it was there.
It was my plan to draw it out.
I am writing this because I want to.
You are reading this because you were told to.
She spoke of things she
wanted to do with my arms.
She spoke of Removing the Tendons
and making them into a stringed instrument.
I would have let her.
No, not you.
The girl in the poem.
The one I'm writing about.
Of course she's not real.
She got a haircut.
She said it made her look
like a boy.
I told her she didn't.
She did.
Now you have taken the marker and are poking me with it. I am laughing. You aren't.
**I don't know Austin. He wrote this back in 2009, and in 2010 he died at the age of 18. I know people who knew him, and I wanted to know him back in 2009 after reading this poem on facebook. I hope I get to meet him someday, and I want to tell him that I was thinking about him long after he died, and I didn't even know him. That's how important each one of us is. And that's how important a poem can be.
in her eyes.
It rarely reached her lips
but it was there.
It was my plan to draw it out.
I am writing this because I want to.
You are reading this because you were told to.
She spoke of things she
wanted to do with my arms.
She spoke of Removing the Tendons
and making them into a stringed instrument.
I would have let her.
No, not you.
The girl in the poem.
The one I'm writing about.
Of course she's not real.
She got a haircut.
She said it made her look
like a boy.
I told her she didn't.
She did.
Now you have taken the marker and are poking me with it. I am laughing. You aren't.
**I don't know Austin. He wrote this back in 2009, and in 2010 he died at the age of 18. I know people who knew him, and I wanted to know him back in 2009 after reading this poem on facebook. I hope I get to meet him someday, and I want to tell him that I was thinking about him long after he died, and I didn't even know him. That's how important each one of us is. And that's how important a poem can be.
