A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
12/01/2002

She laughs.
   it echoes
He whistles.
   closer to me
“Delirious” sings.
   and
I simmer.

I fondle the doorknob.
   it rattles
He scans.
   the picture is digitized
She laughs.
   again
I am bitter.

She laughs.
   louder
He comments.
   on the noise
I wither.

Our picture sits.
   upon the shelf
It is old.

Categories: Poetry

Yo, I’m back from Thanksgiving break and in my nice little dorm room again. Woohoo. Anyway, don’t want to talk to much cause if I do it’ll mean more procrastination on this paper I need to write. So… latez.

Categories: Life