a poem a day for a year #267

by Amy Turn Sharp


pop your rocket
slap the wall
talk to me like a surly boy
it won't change the fact that you know me
and all the words
the underbelly of love
ain't pretty
but necessary to the evolving human condition
this is the way it works
go up the hill
roll down
kiss me like
an antibiotic
medicine
love salve
it's like the 4th of July
lightening bugs
firecracker crotch
whenever you're around
the whole sky lights up our little window
people sway on the sidewalk
like they've got babies in their arms
we all look up
everyone has a star
a little old star
they've been wishing on
for years