Dates Of Our Lives

"That’s love — enjoying a lie, then waking up to the truth"


white magnolia tears

dirty bare feet and summer rain, wash

me in the grass, toes in red mud, erase

my sugar honey down home heart

peach juice running down your fingers, street

lights tease,

come back, sit on the front porch here

where the hound dog hears

whispers and swinging screen doors, resew

holes in the earth

with lightening bug stars and sweat.