I. one minute I didn’t know
you & the next you
were on top of me on
Sara’s back porch, tasting
like flowers and Christmas.
II. when we tore my room apart
looking for your phone, I saw
your father’s anger shine
through your front teeth.
III. I remember lying
to them all & driving
to the beach, drinking
whiskey from the water bottle
we hid in a picnic basket.
IV. sometimes my heart still swells
for that time, fumbling around,
not being able to control
where we were going & not
wanting to
V. because we liked how it felt.
I still get that feeling
when I drive by your parents’ house
I still look for
your bedroom light.
Layla Lenhardt has most recently been published in Peeking Cat Poetry’s Yearly Anthology, Door is A Jar, and the forthcoming Third Wednesday and Muddy River Poetry Review. She is founder and Editor-in-Chief of 1932 Quarterly and she currently resides in Indianapolis with three cats.
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