Look like something I could float on
And when u laugh
That dimple winks at me
As if it knows I’m waiting for it
And if I’m close enough
I can hear your heartbeat
A rhythmic melody
A Smooth and consistent lullaby.
And your hands
Textured and thoughtful
Creeping up my thigh
Just enough to get warm.
I let them stay there long enough
And then I push them to their destination.
So you can explore me in detail
And turn me into a poem.
I accept a call from a prison inmate.
It’s my little brother with a silly name.
Not cause he’s crazy
or cause he loves the antics of bugs bunny.
My mom started calling him that when he was a baby.
These calls are a dollar a minute.
Looney and my older sister don’t speak.
So he calls me whenever he gets in trouble
So I charged my debit card 10 dollars.
Leaving me 4 in my account.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m good. Could you call rah?”
Rah is his girlfriend.
I was in the middle of washing dishes.
I dried my hands and merged the calls.
He talked to her like it was just another day.
I left the phone on speaker.
I went into the living room
and told my boyfriend
How stressed I was.
What did you see in me
that made you snatch me from my rainbow
Did you think there was a pot of gold hidden there
That I could afford to share?
It’s not yours to take.
I have to wait again
for the rain to stop
to get my rainbow back
And now you’re rich.