It wasn't my expression!
kevin | 06 November, 2007 20:28
Breach 
Oh my god
I have to fart
But if I do
I won’t look smart
There are things
You just don’t do
Like take a breath
By my tennis shoe
Some things stink
That’s just the case
Keep my pits far from your face
Garlic for dinner?
My exercise clothes!
Oh please help
Your poor nose
So I hold
My butt cheeks tight
Just clamp them down
With all my might
I do all this
Don’t you see
So you won’t have
To experience me!
I was writing a poem to meet the group, and started laughing at myself. We had been going through some individual explorations in classes building throughout the week, and I found myself very humorous. It is amazing how much we try to repress within ourselves so others don’t see what we consider to be “bad”. At that moment this was very much a poem about holding in my “expression” and emotions. Lake George 9/07
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