For Keeps

by amy sharp


I cry at stop lights
inside of grocery stores
at the bottom of the stair
this fragile life is illuminated
like a red-light district
when you catch me
salty lick red-eyed wonder
when you say
what's the matter?
cat got your tongue?
I just nod like a woodpecker
I just move like a broke down machine
I just dance like Molly Ringwald across your heart