http://slow.writerscafe.org/Megusta19 The original writings of author Megusta19 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065911 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Congratulations,A*****e.I’m happy tosee that you made it to the birth of your daughter,Who is basicallya you-looking raisin.You seemappropriately enamored, which is a side effect Of thebonding hormones, I’m sure.  Seeing youin the blurry iPhone ph.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1902923/ I love the way you look in the morning. The way your hair flips up into a cute mess of dark spikes;I like the way your mom cooks, the Christmas dinners have looked deliciousEvery year.Your sister is a kindred spirit of mine; we'd really get along,If she ever met me.I love the way you and your dad sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1482677/ I heard from a friend of a friendThat you're planning to marry her.My breath hasn't been seen sinceEven though the air is cold.The inside of me is colder.And even though nothing blows through meI rattle within.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1463492/ I'm gonna stay plugged inFor just a little while longer.It's just that there's not much to do right now,And my brain needs a break,Yeah, that's it aBreak from grinding through the grist of my Emotions on squeaking, ungreased gears--I'll just be plugged in for a little while longer.See the scree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1459091/ A few questions for you:Did you read them yourself, or were they read to you?The poems, I mean,Did he read them to you lying in that same bedThat he said wasAll the kingdoms,With the same sun shining in through your hair, orDid you have to sneak into hisStudy and pick through piles of wadded vellumT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1457115/ I'm writing this to forget you;Let me scribble some words against the pictureOf you in my mind and hold them to your forehead until you've beenExorcised,This is an exercise in Expulsion, anExecution,Except...Writing makes me think about Words, theWays they curl up in the corners of your mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1457111/ There's a pitcher on a shelf in my mother's kitchen;A gift from a friend, I think,On some occasion since forgotten.It has never been used to hold any kind of liquid.It has all of the qualifications of a perfectly useful pitcher.The handle is exceptionally functional,I'm sure it has the capacity to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1456206/ Prepositions are slippery things;Did you know that in Spanish they say "Put it in the table," And "Put your hat over your head?"It's true.And it can get confusingWhen words start to play theirRing-around-the-Rosy(Or does the ring go under the Rosy?)And try to trick us into thinkingWe'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1455865/ It's  been three days.Usually there would be five or six or seven hoursOf relative silence, butWith a few pictures sent back and forth,To remind each other that we were there,On each end of a 300-mile long see-saw, happily Taking turnsTossing each other out of lonelinessAnd monotony.You're.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1454990/ Today I deleted your number.I did it without flinching, with a freezing calm;It's the same feeling I get when I look at a deerThrough the scope of my rifle and know thatI'll take the shot.When you first see him move, you start shaking,You lose your breath and you nearly chokeTrying not to gasp--quic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1453468/ Mmm if I could you'd be a song,That I had stuck in my head all during the longHours of work and think and eat and be and then, when it felt Wrong I could just turn you off in a snap; insteadYou're the slow melt of polar ice capIn my mind, an eventual downfall into being blind, into beingSomethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1451852/ There's a Ferris wheel in my brain,Wedged somewhere in the middle between the flea market of my to-do listAnd the lion pen that controls hunger and addiction and crying over commercials.  And there's a smaller me sitting on one of its rusty benchesAnd they won't let me get off,The carnie only c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1451407/ Vroomvroom says the ache in my stomachWhen you tell me "Goodnight, my dear friend,""My dear friend?" What kind of friendDo you curl up beside in the dark,Do you kiss on the cheek, then the neck,Do you breathe in and out against, deeply, hotly?You ran your hand from my waist to my hip to my thigh,Lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1451355/ Something quick and visceral; help me see if it's worth much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megusta19/1449781/