a poem a day for a year #27

more like a mamba line

to the greatest next thing

to a place that must be home

where the light lives

we ignore the dirty words

no no no

we turn our heads and laugh

mouths open wide


red lips

watch out

we will eat you


when I am an old woman

perhaps I will wear purple

but right now

on the smacksy middle of the seesaw

with wild hair

flying in wind

with fingers counting

all of the days of our lives

I am wearing everything I own at once

all the colors

all the rules


I am saying things

that you don't like

and keeping my ear to the low low ground

my lobes pressed


for the only word

I love