a popsicle sailboat

the rain has come in and the cars are leaving the curb
my friends and me are preparing battleships and doom for the gutters
that only our popsicle sails might survive
my father told me this morning to be good
my mother kissed me, hoping the wolf that is the world
might allow me to make sure my sis and me
get home in one piece
the look on her face tells me that
my mom knows more about the world than the world does
while i am looking to make my popsicle sailboat, sturdy on this street
the gutter is waiting for me to forget my mother’s kiss

g.mattia Nov/15