Recently Published in the Echo Literary Journal
Will you go downtown with me,
a little drunk but not too much,
dressed in jeans and shoulder-free
running before me up sticky back stairs.
I could be your leprechaun in plaid.
Listen to my friends. They know how long
I’ve liked you. They say the words I can’t.
Stop smiling so my heart can slow.
But be my cherry-wine sparkling sip of
poor taste music and pitchered sugar-sweet,
my bible girl with the shining eyes,
clasped hands on red-draped knees.
You’re the remnant of early-morning dark—
refractive stripes and close-shaved heads,
my stuffed-mouth secrets and later-tell mistakes.
My glass-cased girl, my first and final year.
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