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
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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