
Remembering JFK
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So after the show i ducked into the bathroom to really freshen up- well i was soaked-right thru to my capri's) so i ditch the gitch, and fortunately before the show i had been browsing in a couple of shops and had found this great little skirt that was on sale, it was a little revealing for me, but it was such a good price, so no big deal if i don't ever wear it right, so i had that but no gitch, so i slipped it on (sans thong), now i never dress this way in public, and i thought for sure someone would notice, or my skirt would blow up in the wind, but before i would find that out, i wanted to fix my makeup, i started to dab my face with some cool water, looking into the mirror, i seemed to see someone else staring back at me- i saw two eyes- deep as emeralds, glowing behind my delicate lashes flashing an image of myself in a very different way- I liked what i saw, but i didn't recognize myself- a little spooked, i gathered myself together, and left the building of the theatre, it was a mild night with a slight breeze, and the walk home was kind of dreamlike- i eventually made it home, i dreamt about phi that night, and for a about a week after that~ some pretty sexy dreams, and some very emotional ones too. I've never tried to meet him, i didn't want to taint that experience, besides what was i going to say 'Hi i'm trish i had an orgasm watching you on stage tonite.' I still don't understand it. My eye colour has remained the same ever since then- freaky eh! freaky but true. And to think i almost didn't go to see that stupid show, i mean i was kind of a mess, my boyfriend had broken up with me about a week before, and i needed to take my mind off of the break-up.

I met him at an party. He was different. We talked about art, poetry, fears, life journeys. He's an incredible listener. I shared with him that i wanted to be a writer, and he said "then your half way there" I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was enough, when i got back to my apartment i penned this poem. I take a lot of pleasure in writing, i never know who will read it, but that doesn't matter as much as the act of writing itself.