a poem a day for a year #276

by Amy Turn Sharp


I just pretend my way through things
like I’m fine when my heart is black
like the rain across my face
makes me pretty
clean
I call you from alleyways
avenues
places with pianos
I’m collecting expressions
other people’s gestures
I’m your make believe girl
a steamy kitchen somewhere
a church
trees
the pit of your stomach
everything is fine