a poem a day for a year #290

by Amy Turn Sharp


I call you from the side of the road
and I can breathe again when the click
when the line connects us
when we both talk at once
there's music
where you are
laughter dancing
people with bourbon in their mouths
twinkle lights
the moon dripping down the window
I turn the car around
and drive back to you
and let things go
roll the window down
and scream into the night
don't stay mad like steel
break like china
shatter across each other