oh my, i want to be strong.
want to call myself baby. want
to chew bubblegum & be charming.
& hear that old dirt sound in
my voice, like a million summer
bike rides & popsicles in the grass
afterword, legs all itchy
but enough to hold me up,
neck red as a strawberry.
i’m in an intimate relationship
with the sun. he knows all my
soft spots. i’m in a constant
state of tender blush.