by Dylan Taylor
Surf and sunshine
pressed deep into
salted lips
A flutter kick takes form
Kisses and fingers
that smooth on
arms who will
always do the tucking
Tears, silences
the silver stripped
moments of languor
loss and longing
A handshake that
turns into a career
Sunglasses that
turn into a scavenger hunt
Seventy-thousand
bobby pins
Seventy-thousand
expectations not her own
The rise and fall
of dermis and detritus
The changing shape
of child, of husband
Dylan Taylor is a dad who sneaks off in the small hours to write. Dylan is a writer who spends his afternoons as a dinosaur. Dylan’s work has appeared in Pidgeonholes, JMWW, and The Fiddlehead. Find him on twitter @MacTaylor89.