Venti

Venti

A Poem by Lindsay Lukens
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This is a memory of circling the DQ with my boyfriend, of doing yoga, and frustation at Starbucks.

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When I asked for ‘large’ she replied
in Italian and
I shook my head remembering
that summer when the man answered in
Spanish after we’d circled
the drive-thru eight times;
laughing, swearing, watching
clouds roll in formation. Returning
home I reclined on the
floor like a child
slowly rolling up with
arms raised
only to kneel back down thinking
how I giggled the whole
time the cotton candy pop
rocks burst in my mouth as I
drank my large Blizzard.

© 2009 Lindsay Lukens


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Added on June 16, 2008
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Lindsay Lukens
Lindsay Lukens

Mero Atlanta, GA



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I'm a slave. Do I need you say anything else? Ok. I am a twenty-two year old poet and writer currently studying English at a university in Georgia. My interests include existentialism, modern art, li.. more..

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