5 poems and a problem

i have five poems and a problem.

i am thankful for airlines, language, ribbon, knitting, fake yellow roses that remind me I Have Potential (i need to make a shirt that says that. and another that says "made with hippie love" and "i survived a triple"). i am thankful for jessica writing about the kind of friendship we all need to have.

i am thankful i went to texas in the 11th grade, that i moved to new mexico before the 6th.

i am thankful i do not turn green or purple when i lie.

i am thankful for birth control, and thankful that someday, i will probably be able to have children more or less as i choose. (ok, so this likelihood is due to the fact that i'm middle class and have white skin and may end up raising children with a man. i didn't say i liked the reasons behind it or that i won't fight like hell to make sure everyone has the same chances i do.)

back to the poems: i need 10 pages by friday. i have, maybe, six that are decent right now. hmm. do i have anything i can show suzanne?

also, i want persis to read my komozi conference paper right before i drop her like a hot potato. is that a jade's trick? ("you always end with a jade's trick. i know you of old." - beatrice, from B&B - aka much ado - by shakespeare)

i am thankful that i cry so much. it reminds me of important things. i am thankful for the opportunities afforded to me by absent, trusting parents (my own and others). i am thankful i lived with audra, from whom i learned much by observation.

i am thankful to me: for being so smart, for figuring things out once in a while, for making choices most people didn't make, for coming through different things smarter and stronger. for being a good foundation. for being wrong, for being crazy, for being awesome enough to win the affection of women (and i few men) i admire.