A poem a day for a year #42

by Amy Turn Sharp


my friend while on a winter hike
snow falling on hangovers
she barricaded herself in a small wooden cabin
in southern Ohio

I heard the door shut
with a sudden bomb bang
through the forest
she closed the door and wrote down all the days
of her life
I stood outside by a tree
and wondered what it would be like to go
knock on the door
let myself in and hook up our brains

I would carry the jumper cables
from the car
like sacrifices

I would clip them
on our ears
the right way
positive
negative
perfection


like writing twin super hero scribes

tap three times on the plank floor

of the cabin

and power the world