a poem a day for a year #246

by Amy Turn Sharp


christmas lights make me sad
the tiny twinkle ones
sometimes I drink from hotel ice buckets
I'm certain you're not having enough sex
the world has a hum
it's in all our pants
If you'd only dance more
you'd feel fine

Listen
I can't help it if I become your favorite
nonessential
pick your people
make a huddle
promise to always feel like this
lead the ladies to the dance floor
spin 'em while you still got it
spin 'em sick