Kristen Stewart is adding poet to her resume, but is this poem published in the March issue of Marie Claire magazine about her on-again, off-again beau Robert Pattinson?
"Oh, my God, it's so embarrassing. I can't believe I'm doing this," 23-year-old Twilight star said before reading her writing aloud to Marie Claire's Karl Taro Greenfeld. "I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is.' I don't want to sound so f**king utterly pretentious ...but after I write something, I go, 'Holy f**k, 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.'"
Here is Stewart's poem, My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole, in its entirety:
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 …