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Kristen Stewart Takes A Stab At Poetry: 'My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball'
Kristen Stewart penned a horrible poem for Marie Claire (Photo by Michael Loccisano/Getty Images for Sundance Film Festival)
Kristen Stewart, best known for biting her lower lip and having an affair that broke up her relationship with vampire boy-toy Robert Pattinson, penned a work of art for Marie Claire.
As part of Stewart's interview for the cover issue of Marie Claire, she read aloud her poem that she wrote after the Twilight saga had ended while she was on a road trip through Texas last year. Just before she read it, she said, "Oh, my God, it's so embarrassing. I can't believe I'm doing this."
And after she read her poem, she gave herself props by comparing it to her acting. "I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is.' I don't want to sound so fucking utterly pretentious … but after I write something, I go, 'Holy fuck, that's crazy.' It's the same thing with acting: If I do a good scene, I'm always like, 'Whoa, that's really dope.'"
And with extreme pleasure, we bring to you her poem in full, entitled, "My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole":
I reared digital moonlight You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
…I'll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He's speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And I'm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine …
It could havebeen worse.
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