Round the Corner
I never really had a crush on her. I always
wanted to
so pretty and friendly the smile quieting round
the corner the testing casual mention
of Christ one insincere
laugh
and I short in dress shoes talk too fast look
too hard and what exactly do I do and
what’s this
once heard
Those lips though
whispers bare
If we married we’d divorce
there’d be a few good years
wouldn’t there
Other poems:
Boulevard Park, Bellingham
Why Cats Stay in Abusive Relationships
Dare
Oldest River