There's no one else I'd rather be detained with
at the Canadian border.
There's not another soul on this earth
I'd rather slide drunkenly
across the kitchen floor with.
Because you are the original
zany superhero penpal.
You possess the grace to blog
with hummingbird in hand.
I don't even mind that you run.
Boisterous
or soft.
Married
or medicated.
You will always win
the best camper award.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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