Amanda Kay Writes

freezing bite-size summer for later petite peach snowballs   fuzzy snowflakes to tickle my chin like Daddy's stubble   flushed yellow sun drops to nurse my icicle flesh   ruby inner thigh frost pricking my grey skin awake   stave the glacier compacting in my lungs

sweet milk from mother’s teat one more chapter under the covers with a flashlight five more minutes, Ma   witting touches kisses bites nerve fire shrouded whispers fused flesh   another shot round hit that last shot nitey nite bathroom floor hung. over.   flight drive miles and miles and miles assorted cities winged exits wanton roads frisk all the points on the map   looking for Fabergé finding goose 

3 a.m. recess   puckish sprites spring from dusty vaults dancing a mirthy dance in the musty moonlight   fussy alcoves stretch cramped muscles persnickety sorters of cubbyholes of flesh   history textbooks yawn tomes from curtained nooks creaking spines flopping open to chapters long shelved

deadhead the wolfsbane sucking out blood, spit, and chlorophyll with gnarly, violet teeth throw it into the dirt and stomp on it with both feet   call it ecoterrorism assassination purple Kool-Aid or mulch for infant seedlings

from above, the lane is cockeyed wavy, buoyant dopey rats swim back and forth back and forth back and forth from below, the lane is straight clear, precise freewheeling loons dive lungs screaming muscles flexing chests pressed downward