my phone buzzes louder than an African bee <br />and its sting hurts more than a jelly fish. <br /> <br />the sun burps <br />in my face <br />and tells me I'm in last place again, <br />but I know it's jealous of my time <br />with Tom. <br /> <br />he told me he loved me in a hot air balloon <br />three days after the county fair <br />and my hair was down that day, dirty and daring <br />in the wind. <br /> <br />he took my hand like I was the last girl left <br />and proposed we played checkers <br />a million feet above the ground <br />the sound of traffic ringing in my ears <br /> <br />as he jumped me three times <br />and told me I was beautiful.<br /><br />Jena Crowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-stuck-in-traffic/
