Wednesday, February 6, 2008

I've come so far

from writing drunken poems about a bleakness

from watching
and re-watching
movies where characters escape
to the wilderness
-basics like the smell of things charred-
and from calling out
for help with little things
-hints that can't be held-
from almost sleeping
through classes (engagement)

so far from wishing for years to pass

so that I might become who I want to be.

© 2008, Jared Linzmeier