Dilute.net: Words - Madlibs -Sestinas - My Poems - My Photos [randomly selected from all my photos here] Blurred Moon (by Josh Mandel)We went camping once when it was cold enoughto see your breath misting the stars and I knew you well enough to hike into the woods singing with a pot on my head and liked you just enough to be jealous when you laughed with Jessica instead of me. I used you as a tripod: my rudimentary lunar photograph left the moon a blur and your hair entangled in the camera strap. We had watched the sun set and the moon rise before we noticed how dark it got and slipped half scared in thrill down the slick trail to camp. Then something left me juvenile in twig-snapping blackness, drove me out of my sleeping bag and into a little clearing to listen to your conversation and try to frighten you with the eeriest leaf-rustling I could muster. In the morning I awoke, rolled down the hill from where I'd lain and fussed, embarrassed -- but you, already packed, wouldn't hear my apology. [randomly selected from 21 poems/paragraphs here] (who the heck... ?) |