Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth <br />are small and even. I don't get headaches. <br />Since 1971 or before, I have hunted a bench <br />where I could eat my pimento cheese in peace. <br />If this were Tennessee and across that river, Arkansas, <br />I'd meet you in West Memphis tonight. We could <br />have a big time. Danger, shoulder soft. <br />Do not lie or lean on me. I'm still trying to find a job <br />for which a simple machine isn't better suited. <br />I've seen people die of money. Look at Admiral Benbow. I wish <br />like certain fishes, we came equipped with light organs. <br />Which reminds me of a little known fact: <br />if we were going the speed of light, this dome <br />would be shrinking while we were gaining weight. <br />Isn't the road crooked and steep. <br />In this humidity, I make repairs by night. I'm not one <br />among millions who saw Monroe's face <br />in the moon. I go blank looking at that face. <br />If I could afford it I'd live in hotels. I won awards <br />in spelling and the Australian crawl. Long long ago. <br />Grandmother married a man named Ivan. The men called him <br />Eve. Stranger, to tell the truth, in dog years I am up there.<br /><br />Carolyn D. Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/personals/
