The lot on the other side of town felt like home Basketball player Dribbles flicks his wrist For the Shot Makes it gestures at me “For you” I smile, looking down Lift one flap of the silver foil Wrigley’s Big Red Careful to keep that layer of dusty sugar intact To look up at his smile I crumple the silver foil Toss it Stuff my hands in my jacket To rove along Smackers in strawberry gloss not ready I bend down to retie my sneakers grit my teeth from the cinnamon Sting Eyeballs welling Oh it’s Spicy tops of his sneakers peek at me He lifts my chin It’s sweltering Hot
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 