It’s even more what I thought it would be than what I thought it would be,
a reggae band and a hip-hop DJ,
a guy eating an ice cream cone doing the electric slide,
and a dyke salsa dancing to Usher.
But the engine’s breathy hum
and gravity’s pull as we rock,
the cool salty breeze and lapping crests
romance me as the sun draws toward the horizon.
Life always throws me curveballs
what once lured me in
and the things that scared me so
are now a juxtaposition.
Wendy Cartwright is a poet/author/reporter/columnist/weirdo out of Columbus, Indiana. Her travels have taken her as far as Mayan Ruins and as near as the filling station. Her undiscerning tastes allow her to find creative fodder regardless of location. She has been published in various print anthologies and been featured in online publications. With three self-published books, she has the most of anyone on her block.
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