GLORY DAYS
i’ve got enough glory to go around the block three times
but i haven’t made it that far yet
drive the knife deeper into the muscle hot and quick
red wonder protects me from living too freely
watch the blood sing with the water in deep vibrato
weapons used by our fathers in the night
tearing at nectarine meat from the organic market
juice shining on my skin and my teeth like the sun
in a room full of poets our edges blurred into hairy legs
unraveled and iced coffee sweat
what we allowed ourselves to hold un-secret in time
bleeding out onto open blank pages
the last time i fell this hard face first into concrete
the doctor sutured me back into place
we spoke of summer ripe with yellowing bruises
so often we were fifteen and alive
By Cassidy Black
Biography:
Cassidy Black is a small-town poet and op-ed article contributor for her local newspaper. She has attended Winter Tangerine’s summer writing workshop at Poets House, NYC. She collects postcards, glass bottles, and experiences she can write about. Find Cassidy on Tumblr at basementblues.tumblr.com