a poem a day for a year #99

by Amy Turn Sharp


we sang to Bob Seger on the Appalachian highway
the sun was an assault rifle at our eyes
I told you useless facts
like Kiefer Sutherland has one blue eye and one green eye
like the king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
like children grow faster in the springtime
and I knew you wanted to pull over and throw me down on the green grass
on the berm
and kiss me until I fell to pieces
we laughed and the air around us was warm
I put on lip gloss and your arm looked tan
the children slept like kittens in their carseats
dreaming of candy
we sang "Night Moves" like it was a brand new song that we could not get enough of
like it wasn't even from the 70's
like the inside of your brain never does age