I’m preparing to move out of my house and found some old assignments from my college creative writing courses. This one stuck out to me because it forced me to be creative. It was finding a poem in another work of literature that wasn’t a poem but the passage could be viewed as one. It’s from John Green’s novel, Looking For Alaska.
From ENG 227 (Around 2015/2016)
Just like that.
From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep.
Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage
and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk,
thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Drew Schroeder 