a poem a day for a year #54

by Amy Turn Sharp


I am in Nashville

singing country ballads about you

well I did last night anyway

after the red wine ran fast and hard

through my blood

across my ribcage like tight dress

after I told all the cowboy boots

about my life

about my rhinestone dreams

 

They smiled

people dropped the word

darling

we all danced

and when the sun came up

I still said your name

like an accent

like a twang