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I can’t seem to write poetry. It all just comes out so literal and pitiful really. And sure I’d love to believe the idea that I could be some kind of genius poet with a completely different style that may one day be discovered and then given a couple pages in literature textbooks as that style that doesn’t really fit along with anything else but simply can’t be ignored because of it’s brilliance. Then kids all across the country will be memorizing my name and dates for those meaningless tests and losing all appreciation for what I might have been trying to say along with all the other famous poets because the teacher decided to force them to dissect each aspect of why I used so many “s” sounds in one line. Sibilance. it’s important ya know. Gotta understand the sibilance. but alas. I know that this image of myself as a famous poet annoying high school students left to right just isn’t feasible. So I write these things. Little blurbs of introspection.
My kitten’s playing with my pez dispenser. It’s really cute.
jonelle kelly
February, 2002
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