how true. the sentiment this poem expresses is absolutely maddening. (click to read the whole thing.)
My friend Shira sent this to me this weekend. Read the full thing here.
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think : Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
instead of me.
Wow. Here’s how you know you’ve definitely woken up in a different, and newly energized, nation: When the construction workers at 4th and Carroll trade their gratuitous morning whistles and body-part inspired comments for high five attempts and cheers of “Obama!” and “Yes we did!” After two years of crass consistency, can this be for real? Pinching myself right now.