Blogger's been acting screwy today, so I'm not sure if this will post or not.
I wrote a poem today. I guess it was pretty good. I could tell, because the professor went all quiet. Here it is:
Outside the clay walls of
San Miguel Mission
Gravel rattles ragged under our feet
We stop, turn to face--
You place my fingertips
Over scars you wear
Where blood ran
This midnight, the church-
yard is empty.
An interesting note for y'all: San Miguel Mission is a real place in Socorro, New Mexico. Click here to see a picture.