ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection

Corrine

I once went to school

with a girl who looked

like a tan, black-haired

version of Blondie, with

intrinsic eyes and

ambrosian lips.

last I heard she

was moving to

San Francisco and

ever since then I

had always regretted

not telling her

about how I felt.

oh, it's obvious

she would have

turned me down,

no doubt.

and that's

all right.

I just think it

would have been

nice to get it

off my chest is

all.