a poem a day for a year #216

by Amy Turn Sharp


your neck has a fat ring of dirt
from our day in the sun
backyard pirate hooligan
you made me believe we were sailing somewhere
that we were really important glittering maniacs
shoving off for faraway lands
as we sat on the back concrete stoop
sweat dripping smiles
I would follow you anywhere
I would jump off bridges
fly with wax wings
run towards cliffs
fight big men with swords
anything dangerous
with you
and now we pour big plastic cups of water on our heads
our hair plasters to our face
we are slick with clean
the bathtub faucet hums our anthem
we are not yet old
we are still new
me and you
this thing
we have a long time left to pretend