Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection
As I sat at my computer, after showing my girlfriend two videos, one of them being a slam poem about What Teachers Make, I realized that despite feeling sluggish after a huge meal at the local diner and now trying to settle my bloated stomach in 74 degree weather at ten o'clock at night, I still had to write an introspection. The truth was that even though I had a lot to talk about - my obviously positive feelings about DOMA and Prop 8 being dropped and the stay on same-sex marriage in California being lifted; the happiness I felt about my girlfriend staying for the weekend; the prospect of being at Pride during one of the most momentous weeks for the LGBT community - I didn't feel compelled to write about any of it because there's only so much you can wring a rag until the text that leaks out becomes stale and repetitive, like the monotonous drip-drop-drips of the remaining strains of water. I left the lid of my ginormous laptop open and let my body fall against my bed. ...