King of Clubs (A Ghazal for Early Adulthood)

by Caroline Cabrera

Here I am unladylike again in our backyard
conspiring to steal the market lights in our backyard
we snuck off once to be private in the moonlight,
left the in-laws mingling in our backyard
either it is human to think that if anything is perfect,
I have made it so, or I am awful in our backyard
the leaves are wild and hi-five-able in our backyard
ask Kelin in our backyard
shaking popcorn from my bra in our backyard
the computer wants me to change bra in to brain
this does not happen in our backyard
but I can imagine it in our backyard
we can run a summer camp called Friends Forever is a Real
Thing We Should Aspire To
in our backyard
it wouldn’t have to meet in summer even
there is beauty of course, in summer evenings
katydids and mosquitos in our backyard

CarolineCaroline Cabrera is the author of Flood Bloom (H-NGM-N BKS, 2013) and the chapbook Dear Sensitive Beard (dancing girl press, 2012). Her poems have most recently appeared in Bateau, Conduit, H_NGM_N, Noo Weekly and Phantom Limb. She lives in South Florida.

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