Amy Sparks lives in Troy, Ohio. She enjoys reading, writing, swimming, running and keeping to herself. She has been previously published in The BroadkillReview and Iconoclast.
Gold field Leans on black sky November wind blows The musky scent of Your skin my way
I’ve wasted all these years Yearning for your eyes On me The heavy weight of your hand On the warm skin of my thigh Warming dark caves With lightning
Such shame -- The moonbow of distance between us
Strike it down with Indra’s arrow.
I bet you look good With your blue eyes And blond hair In that orange jumpsuit
My bleeding heart hopes You need stitched up Over and over and over And over
I smell clean Ohio dirt While you choke on Texas dust Behind concrete blocks
I can run between a hundred light poles watch snowflakes fall in porch lights hike along a ridge of fallen leaves covering my feet leave my door unlocked let fog drip from my long dark hair watch a movie and eat popcorn and suck cherry coke through a straw dive into cold water on a hot summer day and come up with goosebumps smoke a cone we nicknamed Clementine watch my daughter play the sax or shoot an arrow or hit a tennis ball look for Orion in purple sky any damn time I want go to funerals, leave flowers on graves go to the corner store for milk order a pizza with extra sauce and have it in thirty minutes or less
I can hold this piece of paper against a plate glass window and make you read it.
I could smile when you realize That I can get to you But you can’t get to me Because I’m on the Outside.
Sometime in December
Days before Christmas We ran into each other At the funeral Of a mutual friend
After, we sat in your car at Menke Park Smoked cigarettes Drank beer And listened to Silent Night
It was cold The world is white
It was dusk Winter light frozen
You aren’t happy Your eyes tell me I know you better than she does
Do you remember: the cross hanging from my neck As I moved on top of you, How the gold glinted in the light You left on in the hall, So you could see my face My thin white nightgown up around my tan thighs
You whispered I love you for the first time.
Here’s What You’ll Find:
Tiny fish, fat and silver Glistening apricot jelly White shoulders Maidens in teal-blue gowns And wearing coats of ermine Pink toes And a sleek beaver pelt Soft petals of rose
A delicate cat’s tongue A glossy pebble in a stream Gray meltwater The silk underbelly of a lying dog Chipped ice A purple hill at dawn Covered in bee pollen yellow