a poem a day for a year #135

by Amy Turn Sharp


MOST THINGS IN THE 90's WERE GOOD. NOT THIS.

& then you had the nerve
to call me late at night again
back in the day where a phone
sounded just like a phone
in the middle of the night
no soft vibrate
low buzz
silly song
but a big loud
ear wrecker 
skin sweat
up in bed
ring

and you were drunk
on that terrible lovely
combination of youth and liquor
and you needed me
and you wanted me
to pull you into me
hold you
stroke your ego
your baby fine hair
your black heart
beating
and of course I let you in my door
my bare feet
tshirt daze of love and lust
and dirty kitchen floors
I just opened up my arms and welcomed you
to the after hours meeting of the slutty feminist club
come on it
jerk me around
tell me you love me
and look away
let's read literature
and smoke Gauloises
let's' treat me bad
real bad
let's pretend it doesn't hurt
let's pretend I don't sleep with my head by the phone