Be honest now—
just for a minute; I cried.
I had him locked out—
a perfectly good wish.
I give my solemn promise
like flowers (not here).
This charming creature
takes off running, so disappointed.
Turn around. Think about
somebody else’s house.
Expect me to kiss;
I intend to be happy, celebrating.
Come bursting in.
(It’s unnatural, your peace and purity.)
Spend the day with
anything: Don’t worry—
I always get along fine.
This is a found poem using speech and quotations from the following source:
Duncan, Lois. The Third Eye. 2nd ed. New York: Bantam Doubleday Dell for Young Readers, 1984. 3-8, 10-11. Print.
E. Kristin Anderson is a poet, Prince fan, Starbucks connoisseur, and glitter enthusiast living in Austin, Texas. She is the co-editor of Dear Teen Me and her next anthology, Hysteria: Writing the female body, is forthcoming from Sable Books. She is currently working on Come as You Are, an anthology of writing on 90s pop culture with Anomalous Press. Kristin is the author of eight chapbooks of poetry including A Guide for the Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks), Pray, Pray, Pray: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night (Porkbelly Press), Fire in the Sky (Grey Book Press), We’re Doing Witchcraft (Hermeneutic Chaos Press), and 17 seventeen, XVII (Grey Book Press). Kristin is an editor and designer at Red Paint Hill and was formerly a poetry editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time she worked at The New Yorker. Find her online at EKristinAnderson.com and on twitter at @ek_anderson.
