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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s a dark and cold night. Looking back and up, the moon was a thin and useless crescent, barely visible. ‘What a wasted moon,’ I thought. “A stupid moon,” I mumbled to myself as if to finish a conversation. It looked deflated, artificial, soulless, and cold. Not poetic at all. I’m coping with tough decisions a victory and perhaps one martini too many. Peter (my bf) called, when I was at Toads (a local bar). We usually talk on Tuesdays at about 11. It was noisy in there I was a little tipsy while he was a little irritated. It didn’t go well. Martinis and authority don’t mix. I handed my thesis in today, 80 days early. I've been working on it obsessively. finger to lips, like a secret I can be obsessive. It’s a 60 page ‘first draft,’ theoretically. “Can I turn in a first draft for your review?” He looked surprised, “Sure.” I handed it over, and that’s that. Every ‘first draft’ I’ve ever handed in has gotten an A. “You’re CrAzY,” Sunny chuckled, “We gotta celebrate!” “Please don’t hold the door open,” the librarian said. I jumped, I hadn’t seen her sneaking up on me. How long had I been standing there? I’d been lost in thought. I focused on her now. She was 50 maybe, or a hundred—who knew? Her face needed moisturizing badly, her wrinkles were like cracks in marble. She looked frowny. Why is everyone frowny tonight? “Sure,” I said, facetiously, throwing my arm up like the door was hot. The door was now free to close. And the world was a better place. Once I’d turned and stepped into the library, I decided It was too bright and too hot there. So I left. The second I was outside, in the refreshing cold, Sunny appeared. “There you are,” she said, like she had lost something. “You walk too fast,” and the girl with her laughed. Sunny can always pick up a girl—it’s like she’s magnetic. "Let's go home,” she added, “we’re going to pay for this tomorrow.” She hooked my arm in hers and we followed the path, the three of us, like the yellow brick road. . . A song for this: Drunk On Love by Basia Data & Picard by Pogo
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