SHE: Poem 5 –
“she’s gutsy” (circa ’85)
she’s gutsy—
skating backward
down the schoolyard hill,
neon laces daring gravity
to catch her.
she’s gutsy—
front-row at the arcade,
quarters flying pure
on first try at Galaga.
she’s gutsy—
calling in a song request
live on radio, heart through
the receiver, unedited.
she’s gutsy—
laughing in summer storms,
splashes of lightning
in her wake.
and me— totally awed,
boombox heartbeat pounding,
trying to stay rad enough
to keep up.
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