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Dear Diary,

Today

there was a high

of 92 degrees

Fahrenheit.

 

I wore jeans.

 

Retrospectively,

this may have been

a mistake.

 

I came home

right after gym

and it was very hot

and I was sweating.

 

Diary, I do

not

sweat.

 

Sweating

is something

other people do.

It is a gross

dirty

and disgusting

habit.

 

I was hot.

I was tired.

But I had calculus to do.

The door was open,

The fan was on,

And those cloying jeans.

 

So, dear diary, I removed

the offending garment

and did my calculus

in my underwear.

 

Dear Diary,

Today I did calculus in my underwear.

Forever yours,

Sara Beth

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Very, very nice dragonqueen. I'm impressed. Like the first half best.

 

 

Dear Diary,

Today

there was a high

of 92 degrees

Fahrenheit.

 

I wore jeans.

 

Retrospectively, (Suggest: "In retrospect." Yes, I know it's cliche, but cliches are cliches because they work and your poem is strong enough to warrant the use of one.)

this may have been

a mistake.

 

I came home

right after gym

and it was very hot

and I was sweating.

 

Diary, I do

not

sweat.

 

Sweating

is something

other people do.

It is a gross

dirty

and disgusting (I would lineate it with "and" on the same line as dirty, but lots of ppl would probably disagree with me.)

habit.

 

I was hot.

I was tired.

But I had calculus to do.

The door was open,

The fan was on,

And those cloying (Doesn't cloy mean excess? Like an over indulgence? Hmm, but maybe dropping the "ing" would get the effect you're looking for, but leaving it more open ended.) jeans.

 

So, dear diary, I removed

the offending garment

and did my calculus

in my underwear.

 

Dear Diary,

Today I did calculus in my underwear.

Forever yours,

Sara Beth

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"Cloying" does mean clinging in a revolting manner. It's what people here are claiming their clothes are doing today; if it crested 80 degrees Fahrenheit, I will eat this keyboard, and since I'm at a 'net cafe again that is no idle boast. I only worry that the sentence ending ". . .and those cloying jeans" has no verb. Maybe what's bothering reverie is trying to shoehorn 'cloying' into a verb, which it never seems to be.

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Hmm. Interesting point Q. I think you're right that the lack of a verb is what bothered me (although subconsciously). I go mostly on intuition and sound. I was trying to shoehorn "cloying, " but not into a verb. At least I don't think I was? I was trying to give the phrase itself more drama in order to make it sound more complete to my ears, which as you pointed out turned out to be because of the lack of a verb. Good call!

 

Also the phrase just confused me, because I never heard anyone say it before. So, I tried to make it function like something that sounded familiar like "coy." Which might work for "coy" (maybe), but I have no idea if it would work for "cloy."

 

cool.

 

rev...

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