Rotary


i push my finger in

like a boy tests the water

with his foot

like a coward

.

i twirl the cord in my hand

like a girl twists her curls

into the contort and curves of a slide

like an angel

.

the phone must be full of crickets

the hum is light and warm:

icecream on Sunday nights

beach towels and chlorine

.

the wheel spins- it is

the loading of a gun

that only i wish would

squirt

.

i am connected to God.

Her voice is tired and kind

a Lion in the Sun

dazed and unbothered

.

i continue to wrap the rope

of an age long past

around my fourth finger-

and Hang

Up.


long time no see.  i’ve been working on a painting for art, as shown above.  it’s of the potamac.  i took it while the trees were still autumn-dusted.  the poem was fun to write, it kinda just happened.  critiques are cool.  do what you want. comment what you want.  have a good night.

2 thoughts on “Rotary

  1. I want to know what you were thinking when you wrote this. I like it but want MORE. Great Job JAMIE!!!!!

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