Hello! As a mini break from C-Acclaimed, I am sharing some poems or poem adjacent situations. There aren’t rules in poetry, but there are guidelines. I didn’t quite follow them bc I was too lazy to really look too much into them.
I was an English major, so I should know these things, however, I was infatuated with a guy my Freshman year of college when I took poetry and day dreamed about him for the entire class. I got a B-, not bad actually. If I were to write poetry, this is what it would look like. I am practicing and trying, but these are a lil choppy! Please, don’t laugh up your sleeves as Tom Wambsgans would say!
Social Chameleon
Do people at Body Fit Training even know that I love Lana Del Rey?
Do they know I’m the funniest person they’ve ever met?
Do I know that?
Am I even?
Are we all in on the social performance?
I’ve never been to Houston but I hear the restaurants are great
I’ve never been to Texas but I’ve been to the airport once
Oh Cool!
My face betrays me.
August of 2019
I think about Donald Trump pronouncing Puehrtew Ricoew
I think about my life over on Pico
Whole Foods 365
Mean roommates, bad vibes
but hope as I drove toward the beach
Iced Americano w/ Cinnamon by my side
Cruel Summer, London Boy. How deep am I?
Dulapeep
I used to peep
to test my voice
when I didn’t speak
to see if it was still there.
Subaru Forester
Love is what makes a Subaru a Subaru
The one I know has Hot Cheeto dusting the seats
It smells like skiing + neck gaiters
a smell that I love and dread
Gwyneth got hit hard
as I did the last time I tried
Enough! I exclaimed
and rode the chairlift down the other side.
Family Lore
Saranac Lake, Presbyterian church, brown carpet, pointy paper water cups
Thanks for coming
She just wanted to be loved
Our Wilson chins and hooded eyes
We wanted love + acceptance + ease
We wanted pain free, we wanted to fit in
I see people as they are
I see sunshine when she didn’t
The family lore doesn’t strike everyone
but I feel it deep in my bones
like J.D. Vance’s sob story
Poor me, poor us.
Owen Wilson Update
Owen Wilson’s mom cut me in line at Erewhon
She told me she had to catch a flight
I let her go, but gave major ‘tude
She said go ahead, actually, because you’re a delight
“Owen” said the barista
They sat outside for a leisurely breakfast
No flight in sight
Baseball cap obscuring his face
I wish that fellow Wilsons would give us a good name.
Ok TTYL! Hopefully this was a fun lil jaunt down poetry lane and you didn’t laugh up your sleeve. Thanks for reading!
Charlotte - your poetry is the best - forget the haiku rules we learnt in grade school - these are awesome and so relatable.
LOVE!