Summer ‘08

written for a poetry class in university, 2020

small sticky hands from nana’s gelato

long sticky months where tomorrow

never seems to follow

trampoline christmas carols     

salmon smiles of arrows

inside the hideaway, no one follows

don’t dive, the pool is hollow

bike spoke, who spoke?

you said you’d fix it

I was waiting, just for reference

don’t leave me alone with mr. jones

just so you know

            I stuff the noodles and pillows and blankets to make a bridge in

            the crack between our beds and tape it together to make sure it’s stable

            because I’m scared to sleep alone, please draw closer to my anatomy