Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Three
Those Weekday Nights When I Am Truly Lucky
Miranda's a busy girl,
works for The Blaze
taking pictures of everything:
mountains
clovers
baseballs
bus stops.
She has penpals in Portland,
Boston and Freeport,
takes sailboat lessons on Shepherd Lake.
A smart woman;
stays away from the clubs
and the bottle
and men;
beats me at scrabble
every time we play.
And she's ambitious
wants to sky dive,
play the market,
stitch her own polyester curtains.
And on those weekday nights
when I am truly lucky-
she'll swing by
and we'll shower together
using a bar of soap she carved herself.
And she'll curl into me
and we'll unwind together
by making shadow puppets on the wall;
dogs
and swans
and snakes
she makes me promise
to defend her
if any of them find a way
to slither into the house.