Saturday, August 20, 2011

drawn to magnetic poetry. (like a magnet)

When I find myself in a kitchen with a fridge covered in scattered black and white words,
I go over to it, and stand in front of it
for as long as I am able.

All those words are just waiting to
be put together to mean something.

Today I had a good chunk of time to stand in front of a magnetic poetry-covered fridge,
while this girl cooked for me.
She's a friend that I've had now for about 1 week, and on our 2nd encounter, she said, "I want to cook for you."
Our friendship is off to a great start.
The special cheese-filled burger that she created for me was delicious, the house full of friends was warm, and when I left, the fridge was wearing some new, meaningful phrases.