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what's your favorite song to dance around your room to?

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Jamie's poems are always a little funny and a little sad. They always find the right balance there. I'm jealous. This is probably my favorite of hers:


Drunk,
In Five Parts

1.
Chimes on a clock.
Alone in the kitchen.
I need to leave.
Some place foreign, yet familiar.
But that's too much traveling,
reminds me of how little I used to have
to do to find you.

2.
I used to get my daily supplements
from sunshine, fruit, Echinacea.
Lately, I find them in suffering.
Alluring, beckoning
from the brambles.
You know, the rose has a thorn, etc.

When I cry it's like smiling.
I walk down the street,
tear-streaked, stunning.

3.
I can't make transitions.
Not from paragraph to paragraph.
Not from presence to absence.

We have taboos now, a new culture.
Boundaries, borders, countries, continents.
Cities, black & white, no kissy, no touchy.
Oh what I would do.
Now it's called: stalking.
Before: spending time with you.

Years from now your name will still appear;
accidentally in grocery lists,
hidden in verse.

4.
I'm afraid I can't come to the phone right now.
Or the refrigerator.
Or the door next door.
I'm indisposed.
That is, not in.
That is, disposed of.

For all I care I can wear
the same clothes until they rot off me.
I can't move until you move me.

Please leave a message.

5.
I found a prescription bottle.
April 26, 1999.

I thought of sending you these poems.

--Jamie Edlin