tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626738.post-8861613686138354362008-04-04T10:14:00.000-07:002008-04-04T10:37:52.102-07:00I have a young friend named Annie whom I've known since she was a 'lil girl age 5. She used to perform with Big City Orchestra and the Haters. She's all "growed-up" now, is attending college, has recently visited Thailand and has a LiveJournal (so I just found out from her mum). I've been thoroughly enjoying reading through it...<br /><br />Here's a poem Annie found that I think is quite delightful:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.ollapodrida.net/blog/images/mortonsaltgirl.jpg" border="0"><br /><br /><a href="http://ninoshka.livejournal.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm in Love with the Morton Salt Girl</span></a><br />by Richard Peabody<br /><br />I'm in love with the Morton salt girl.<br />I want to pour salt in her hair and watch<br />her dance. I want to walk her through the<br />salt rain and pretend that it is water. I want to<br />get lost in the Washington Cathedral and follow her<br />salt trail to freedom.<br /><br />I want to discover her salt lick in the forests of Virginia.<br />I want to stand in line for hours to see her walk on in<br />the middle of a movie only to have the film break and watch salt<br />pour out and flood the aisles. I want to sit in an empty theater<br />up to my eyeballs in salt and dream of her.<br /><br />When I go home she will be waiting for me in her white dress<br />and I will drink salt water and lose my bad dreams.<br />I will seek the blindness of salt, salt down my wounds,<br />hang like a side of ham over the curtain rod in the bathroom<br />and let her pour salt directly on my body.<br /><br />When she is done I will lick her salty lips with my tongue<br />and walk her down the stairs into the rain, wishing that I<br />could grow gills and bathe in her vast salt seas.weirdpixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222068018140574623noreply@blogger.com