go off

by amy sharp


sometimes bombs take years to detonate
and then you know it's about to happen
even though years ago
when you had a big dream 
and saw it all
like a black and white film
you pretended that time comes 
like a sticky slow sap drip 
instead of the fast car
with all the windows down
sleek and certain
on a road you
you paved 
with your own
stubborn arms