A Poem I Wrote Today During British Lit.

I'm sitting here outside, pretending to read-
You're standing there.
I would speak to you
But-
I'm so awkwawrd.
Awkwward?
Awkward.
I could not possibly speak to you
Without folding my tongue stupidly
Like a clean towel out of the dryer.
Crap. You caught me staring.
Crap, crap, crap.
I swear I'm not a creepy stalker.
Okay. Look somewhere else.
Think about something else-okay.

List all green vegetables.
Broccoli, celery, green beans.
Asparagus...are green tomatoes still fruit?
That shirt looks really good on you-
Crap. Snap peas, English peas...
Are peppers vegetables or fruit?
Your hair looks especially shiny today
Your eyes look especially blue-like cornflower, why
don't people say cornflower anymore?
What is a cornflower?
Did you look gorgeous on purpose today?
Seriously, okay.
Yellow vegetables, should be harder.

Maybe too hard.
Okay squash, uh, corn...
We're back to the peppers-seriously,
are they a completely different category,
Apart from fruits and vegetables?
If so, where are they on the food pyramid?
Forget it, I'm packing up.
I'm sitting here, staring at you,
Half-mumbling to myself about
Fruits and Vegetables and Peppers,
And you still haven't noticed me,
I doubt that you'll ever notice me,
I'm going to drown my sorrows in chocolate milk, or maybe a V8.

And I think I'll look up peppers on Wikipedia.