With Lynn, Over Oranges

David Maas

short nails bitten and submerged in citrus flesh
peeling away at another deadline,
I search for that poetic inspiration.

there’s no internet; she plays spider solitaire
and talks with me and my pen and this page,
encountering agreeable free-medleys of sweet sound.

assignéd tyrannical stanza size restrictions
clash beautifully with her blue bubble-gum laughter;
psychedelic moon-maiden full of grad-app stresses.

accomplished smarty tutor type –
well-interesting in her outlandish smile-phrases
good silly with a pink eroding dirty felt heart!

sticky fingers and juicy planners –
growing up is a bummer, we agree
a chance occurrence with a girl with kitten scratches.