a poem a day for a year #24

by Amy Turn Sharp


1.

I pretty early always I knew

that I could not be trusted to straight and narrow

I always have pocket notebooks

and if you read the words I write about you

like harriet the spy sly

you would think a lot about

how I just can't get a new archetypal theme

to save my life

 

2.

like ice buckets from hotel rooms
in the early morning
from the night before
when the ice is nearly all relented
the water is the coldest you ever knew
normal people would not hold it up and drink it
but I always have
I always do