Written by Felicity Koch
Remember when I wrote poetry?
Yeah,
Why did you stop?
Because I was no good,
Lies
I wasn’t good,
I thought you were.
Well I wasn’t,
Whatever, dear.
Was I really good?
Yeah, liked reading them
Why?
Cause they were pretty.
Not really,
Yes, really,
They were sad and depressing,
But they were nice and pretty,
Whatever, love.
You should start doing it again,
I would never be any good,
Does it matter if your good?
Yeah,
It shouldn’t matter,
Well,
You could do little illustrations.
Geez,
You could make a book,
Oh, whatever.
You should write poetry again,
I’d read every single one,
Will you start writing again,
Please?
Maybe.