It was scrumptious.
Other great activities for this celebration:
-The IC international documentary film festival with FREE screenings at the Bijou
- THE ZOMBIE BALL!!! Wahoo- Saturday night at the IMU people will be disguised as Zombie's and dance the night away.
On a very happy note! At the taste of Iowa City I left another poem as part of the poetry project and I saw the people that took it! It was so fun to see them read it and not know I wrote it. It was more of a depressing tone for some reason.... I think the main character dies, but it is left up for interpretation.
Caged
A tear runs down her sweat soaked skin;
salt, saline, sunscreen,
burning.
But nothing really matters today,
or this week, a life
of wet cheeks.
"Keep going little girl, keep your head up."
She sprints and screams and does not stop
until she stops
racing
through life.
"I'm a stupid stupid selfish self," she says.
Desire for purpose, passion, pleasure,
but not filled
with the world.
She falls.
She lays under the sun; a soaring hawk she is
for moments.
A caged bird, a broken wing;
collapse, breakdown,
struggle.
"Break free little child, break free."
And then,
she goes away.
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