never dictate a
poem
around its title.

there's that crick in my neck I used to fish in and, that inch-full can of ginger-ale I left in the cup holder,
in the center console
of the car,
these last few nights.

let's swim in that.

It's a well known fact that no young girl can love until she learns to draw a perfect heart,

No one ever notices their nose hairs until they are too long.

I've been chasing the devil -
right on
down
Main Street
down to the docks
down the road we
walked
- didn't even know it.

I told you, I never understood physics,
and gathered up my skirt up,
climbed down the ladder.
Balance, you said
and extended your hand, it's all about your center of gravity.
I took that to mean you'd love me with my up's and down's,
but not my up's and down's,
and took your hand for stability,
and we went spinning.