I dare you to

remember the blue
grass our bare
feet that kid
cooler than we’d
ever be parked
in his trans
am still

waiting on
waiting on
the thunder

remember
those sec-
onds stolen
between
the street
lights and
time it’s time
to go it’s
time

to go home

I
dare
you
I
dare
you

send tommy
right over

 

—
Angie Werren lives (and writes) in a tiny house in Ohio. Sometimes she takes pictures of things in the yard.

laughs
the knife in her hand
heavy with the memory of
meat

once there was water
once there was sun
she remembers

life
is diving down wanting
to drown but the body betrays
it bursts through forcing you
to unwillingly

breathe

 

—
Angie Werren lives (and writes) in a tiny house in Ohio. Sometimes she takes pictures of things in the yard.