"and I hate that when I say I don't care, I really, really do."

Trying to make yourself not care
is a constant battle with thorned roses.
Isn't that what Seal was getting at?

I may not be able to prove it, but I can
disprove
the opposite ( 2+2 does not equal 19, 24, 3, 90, 11,
or 7).

I can't prove that I like you. But
I can disprove that I don't.

i can't prove that you think about me still
but I know that I still shiver when
I remember us dancing (misogynist music isn't usually fuel for love)
and that when I close my eyes
I remember nestling my head into your shoulder,
smiling when you told me not to worry
and shaking excess rainwater from my hair into your lap.

I can't prove that you remember
but I can disprove that you forgot.
--18 april 07

-est

They say to write well,
you need to write what you know.
Sitting in the back corner of the library
licking salt off of saltines
and writing observations that could pass for sarcastic
in a leather-bound notebook that could pass for artsy.

(Concluding paragraphs don't always mesh well with the introduction).

(and never use superlatives.)

This is what I know.
--april 17 07