Tonight's Poet Corner: What If
What If by Belinda Roddie You wanted to kiss me - you said so yourself that you always wondered what I'd taste like. I can guarantee you my breath was built to ward off vampires, yet you told me that you wouldn't have minded it. Still, I declined, as I wasn't willing to travel to an alternative universe, where we held hands in high school after you karate chopped your way into my heart one warm, suburban day in the black box theater while I wrote bad poetry and even worse songs.