Posts by Susan Peiffer

Popsicles

Remember the hottest day ever— sweat open-faucet pouring over your kid head sweltering & miserable mouth huffing steam— when you heard the merry jingle from the ice-cream truck fingered $.25 pocket treasures swallowed hard & shoved-popsicle-push-up-unmannered-into-mouth tongue exploding sticky summer satisfied & suddenly— you never wanted that day to end? That is your top lip. Your bottom lip is an open highway— windows down, radio loaded, wanderlust amplified & there’s

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For Katy - August, 2014

We hear the drumbeats of these transformations— Heart throbs resonate from atop an unclimbed hill In the center of from wherever you are watching us. You were always the one who was so in love with life— We—will only see a single sunset today— Right now—is the only moment we can be sure of… So let me tell you that I love you— You were all our hopes for tomorrow.

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Listen

The scrape of laughter fills the bar & preying, prying eyes behind shot glasses leer as she ventures in— dainty fingers quiver, holding a virgin pen. She signs then passes to a confident meaty hand & a variegated band of voices begins to create a list. She stands, goes first— steps over snickers to stage whispering past wolf-calls after the speakers sound her name— audience a minefield whose dangers are

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