7.30.2014

Exit, Stage Left

It’s the tinkle of an ice-cream truck
outside a clouded window, the wishing
for an intervention, but not really.

Did you say something?

It’s the goosebumps radiating
from your very core to the tips of you
at just the thought.

I didn’t hear you.

It’s surreptitious snacking, secrets
best kept buried. It’s what you think
you want but can never have.

Can you repeat that?

Heavens to Murgatroyd! It’s who you love.

For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: Can You Hear Me?