This is what getting your groove back looks like, I think. BFF Heather is blogging again (CAN I GET AN AMEN?) and came up with an idea to build a poem from her writing playlist. It's crazy good, and you should click here to read it.
Of course, I had to try to get in on this bandwagon of awesome. I seriously got goose bumps as this came together.
So I'll Tell You (Y the digo)
I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
you with your penchant for spontaneous advents,
For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone,
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind,
and you're still here.
We heard the fireworks,
rushed out to watch the sky
happy-go-lucky 4th of July,
How can you live in the Northeast?
Y te digo
Soy sangre de me tierra
doesn't mean I’m plain.
Loca. Loca. Loca.
I’m crazy but you like it.