A shout-out, II

sharon is such a
good friend; she knows what it's like
to walk in my shoes

and in my sweater
(the hot pink cardigan/shrug),
and my brown jacket.

A shout-out

sharon tang-quan, i
am writing you a poem;
this is your shout-out.

you are a creeper,
even if david barta
knows your middle name.

yeah, i guess it's weird
that your big game ticket is
up on his corkboard.

-- by Lisa, with the help of Anna, composed at House of Curries