So we drive around the block
like two or three times
well okay multiply that by the number of days it takes to get to Mars
and that’s more like it.
I keep hoping we’ll accidentally see Brady outside or something
and Shayna says, “Yeah, but is it accidental
when we’ve driven around the block like five gazillion times?”
I ignore her as his house approaches,
….letmeseehim letmeseehim letmeseehim….
if I believed in magic he’d appear
hell, he should appear from the sheer will of my wanting.
OMG, there he is!
I dive to the floor of the car
scrunching into the smallest space I can
while Shayna honks and waves at him.
She honks and waves at him.
Smacking her gum with this asinine smile.
There’s no question.
Brady sports plaid Bermudas
and boat shoes.
The hair on his legs tangles
like moss on the trunks of trees
and hangs like a picture in my mind.
God I love spring.
Brenda Warren 2012
The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 9 asks us to write a persona poem. I took on the spring crush of a teenager.