* buy me this journal
* make me polenta
* take me roadtrippin'
* go for squash curry right around the corner
* send Kayne a sympathy card
* take a nighttime drive through St. Louis
* drop $1.69 and live vicariously through Ruth
* quit creeping me out with this picture on Post Secret in which I would swear that's my handwriting on the CD (in blue, not black)
* straighten out the rocket man
* blame Stanley for spreading trypanosomiasis across Africa
* be able figure out from this that I spent a lot of time today surfing the Web and "researching"
the poem is exactly what it is like to cross the ole Mississip into St. Louis in the dark.
ReplyDeleteIt's because you can see the arch from the bridge!