When your friend says, “Ya know,
it’s like your past-life karma got you
reincarnated into the actual fan the shit hits,”
then cracks up through her tonic bubbles,
lime shining sparkles through the glass,
it’s the kind of thing that may make
a person who didn’t understand
get hurt. Maybe even cry.
Not me. I get the joke.
Friends get a license
to say stuff like that.
Especially ones from Kentucky,
where we deep-fry daffodils
and dress up grit with earrings,
where the moon lights
soft through punches,
and words become
From her, those just mean love.
Plus, she’s who scrapes it off.
©2021 Sarah Mackey Kirby All rights reserved.
Sarah Mackey Kirby is a Kentucky poet and writer. Her first poetry collection, The Taste of Your Music (Impspired), was published in 2021. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Chiron Review, Ploughshares, Punk Noir, Muddy River Poetry Review, and elsewhere. She says, “folks” and “y’all” a lot.