darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman

an ode to one direction on their eighth anniversary

I have seen your hurt and stained face
And stroked it gently and warmly.

Your words pour slick out of sleeves. I am caught up in dancing and feeling 13. My mouth tastes of Diet Coke. The sun is out and summer is here.

I unfurl a fist and let the guitars fall out. I am not in love nor do I wish to be. Life is good.