(This first appeared on Year Zero Writers)
It’s that laugh of hers that gets me
(gets me every time)
like an electric shock it wakes me,
pounds me prattling into cohesion,
and with one look in her eyes
(those greenmarbled sunsets)
I know.
She sees the patterns no one else does,
the beauty of it all,
her words floating up and around
over me
over us
always beaming bright, that smile that laugh of hers
(those greenmarbled sunsets).
Yep, I’m officially jealous.
may I have one too? pretty please?
Aw, play your cards right and maybe you will get one.
Very sweet. You’ll have to introduce me.