I seem to have stumbled on several poems from my sophomore year in college. If it’s possible, my poetry got worse the older I got.
Untitled (8/27/00)
When I met you
I didn’t look twice
(ok maybe I did,
I thought you were nice)
but after a double take
I realized my mistake
Suddenly I was memorized
by your eyes
your enticing smile
and now all I can think about
is how your hand
will feel inside mine.
danielle dreger 