a poem a day for a year # 133

by Amy Turn Sharp


I can remember being stretched out on the old futon
under the dirty windows
purring
smiling
telling you all the things you could do to me in the future
when we are forty
laughing
laughing
the future is so far away
the heat of August made my skin glow
today you are the age
I never could imagine
I guess I will be busy tonight 
I will laugh like the past