kiss me behind the monkey bars

written using the 20 little poetry projects

love is a hamburger, waiting to be eaten.
samantha felt the need to wander abercrombie and fitch
for two hours, in search of the perfect shirt.
always hiding in the next rack over...
the love burger has been chomped down,
she took too damn long.
we'll run away to Paris, maybe even the one in France, one day.
smell that adventure just waiting to happen?
taste my need for something new?
chocolate ice cream will cure the worst of red wine hangovers.
ive seen yard gnome gymnastics too many times.
and sammy made everything she touched gold.
she had straight hair that day, so she didnt win the free prize.
lisha forgot about the not that she recieved in first grade.
"you smel prettie. bee my grlfrend". and i said no
cause i knew then those dreamy blue eyes would be
the death of me.
the note thanked me for my time and kindly walked away
to tell johnny my answer.
"my bad" he said, throwing a rock in my direction.
i hid with the older girls by the swings
those silly rumors of sex were lost on our innocent ears.
but those rumors made sure to hang around until
we were old enough to understand.
out here, where those who spoke gibberish and pig latin
were reveled as scholars of our day.
cant you hear the gossip, its like explosions.
atom bomb test performed with ceramic bomb capsules
encasing summer flowers in the fall,
leaving that blood taste, or like sucking on a penny in my mouth.
they'll never know i can smell their friendships dying in my mind
and that i can touch the screams like snowflakes in june.
rock hard pillows of a harsh reality we throw at the boys.
ive known you since first grade, and the first thing you've said to me
that was nice since you teased me about my pet kangaroo that
had polio in his left leg was, "hey we made it" at graduation.
"el perro te gusta nader en la leche"
used to make us laugh so hard, milk would come out of our noses.
and these silly phrases, like that love burger
have been eaten and digested long ago.

Reviews

[C. Johnson]

The romanticism!
Or lack of said lub dubbing... ;)
I do insanely love the imagery that drives this piece along.
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