Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.
School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.
Science experiments.
Love letters from seven year-old students on the back of their homework.
Dear Ms. Lusty….
(Honestly) trying.
(Honestly) crying.
(Honestly) forgiving.
The right answer.
Sweet coffee on the way to work.
Vegan burgers on the way home.
Pumpkin patches, Santa’s Village, David Bowie night.
Ritual. Stability. Growing up.
I want my life back.
Prompt 20, Hour 20
This.
(I heard Olivia Newton John in the three Honestly’s.)
This is a cool poem!