The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Woooooooooooooo!!!

Mamie's getting published in Greensboro Review!!! Wooooo!!!

9 comments:

Mamie said...

hate you. you've taken on my sister's will smith sticktoitiveness.

eric said...

good job, may may. i hope it's the one you showed me - the one about about unicorns and pink bunnies!!

Here is one of my favorite poems:
There once was a guy from China
Who wasn't a very good climba
He slipped on a rock
Cut of his cock
And now he has a vagina.

You're Welcome.

Cue said...

Yay, congratulations!!!

...Though, from the sound if it, you might have a little competition from Eric there.

Erin Seabolt Bond said...

Yay Mamie!

Anonymous said...

AWESOME! i'm so excited for you! good job! go celebrate!

wrdcreater said...

Tight! Keep it up, and post a link if there is one; I would like to read it.

sallylynn said...

YAY, MAMIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

which poem which poem which poem?! tellmetellmetellme....

Mamie said...

um, a poem involving "the speaker" having a crush on her college student. for legal purposes (because the epigraph is his haiku about a red solo cup) i had to send him a copy and get approval. lovely. i'm certain one line says, "specificity, and yet i only wanted to kiss martin's entire face."

Jessica said...

congratulations miss mamie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!