I Had a Vague Understanding of Human Anatomy as a Child

My former roommate Megan is many things. World traveler, chemistry extraordinaire, and acclaimed heartbreaker... but of all her many talents, her abilities as a poet may be the most impressive. Seriously, if you haven't heard a few Megan originals, you are missing out. We had frequent poetry jams before bed in our little dorm room, and I often reminisced on my former life as a child poetry prodigy.

This week I've spent some time sorting through and scrapbooking old schoolwork and notebooks from my glory days. Within a gel pen pad, in sparklingly multicolor on thick black paper, I discovered several little poetic gems. This is my mother's personal favorite:

Inside

Inside you is your organs.

Inside you is your blood.

Inside you is your guts and stuff.

Inside you is your love.

So I dedicate this to you, Megan. May you always distinguish the love from the guts and stuff within you. And may you always, always write poetry*.

*And sketch. Lots and lots of sketching.