Sonnet

Glitz girls in the spackle. Teen climbed

The boughed over stair. Stole lace to begin again

In darkness, a fingering salt. Print

Delighted the line to lined

Pink. Was doll-sized, weighted out. Was flat-reaped sigh

And dollar bin plaid. Fridays we stayed in

Till in coughed through with dry heat. Men

Grew approximate in their longing for something to mine.

Sippy cup of burn, acrylic camel, and melting kohl

Was a hiding past boyish. We shone with miraculous

Droll. Don’t try to kiss me, she was always saying. Older

Than a watch, the girl who pays starch to hush

Meat. Gargantuan between grown and still us,

I leave her orange street, my wanting ode