You couldn’t see it from across the street
where she waved you over from the porch.
Inside was lunch and everything delicious.
We all laughed at the sounds our sticky summer skin made
moving on her plastic covered furniture
It was when she leaned in to kiss you that you saw it,
coming for you like a radish upon her rumpled
red
mouth.
Visceral. This is a great poem.
ReplyDeletethank you lucy!
ReplyDeletea radish
ReplyDeleteon her rumpled
red
mouth.
I love the imagery of this-