...is kinda what I've become on this site. Creeping on good poetry.


By the way, anyone who reads this (God, probably no one...) there was once a short, free verse poem I found on this site. And I more or less fell in love with it. It had been D.D.'d and I made it a favorite but I just noticed it's disappeared. I can't even remember the writer's name, it was like "brokenatmospheric" or something sounding really close to that but apparently doesn't um... exist when I type it in. The poem was only 5 or so lines and went like:

"He wrung his hands nervously, as I threw up in the parking lot. "Can I still have your number?" he asked. "Fuck off," I said, crashing face first into the dawn."


That was basically it, but not exactly it. If any other lit-creeper like myself reads this and knows what the fuck I'm talking about, lend a girl a hand?