She’s fond of kicking the door
wide open entirely too late at night
wearing wild hair and her take-no-prisoners red boots–
Let’s get this party started!
What can I do?
She won’t take no for an answer.
Insists I call her Roxanne.
In the morning I will have to explain again
to my husband why I came so late to bed.
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Robin Turner is the author of bindweed & crow poison: small poems of stray girls, fierce women (Porkbelly Press, 2016). A Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has most recently appeared in Psaltery & Lyre, 3Elements Literary Review, and in the magical White Rock Zine Machine. Robin works, plays, and daydreams in Dallas, Texas.
Wow! Love those last surprising lines…they left me smiling, remembering all my own wild girls!