Turn My Head With Talk of Summertime
Collecting strange books once again
forces me to transition mindsets
-School is a good thing. Really.-
And the summer has been so perfect
that my imagination is throwing a tantrum
in the middle of the parking lot
because she doesn’t want
to get in the van and go.
All-out, all the screams and squeals
until some other part of me is afraid
she’ll break my neck
because of all the head-flinging.
The park was fun
and I hope heaven has sunny,
cool evenings naked,
walks around the block at dusk.
She’s climbing into the van,
growling and bruised.
Will it move before she’s sat down and buckled up?