darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman

i've thought about it

Pink flowers spit of the ground
Oh if it wasn't January !
I could take a boy's hand and point at them
And send them to his house
Not cramped, so much room to be free
Flowers resting in a vase
Put your hand on knee, babe
We'll ride it out
And I don't know if I'd want to
But I think I would
There is only so much time
And so many girls in black knee socks
Waiting for someone to touch
The small of their back