Fire In Me
by Paul Currier

You knocked upon my door
I ran down the stairs
To greet you with a smile
We walked down to the lake
I reached out for you/You punched me in the belly

You were sliding down the slide
While I was swinging on the swing
You threw a rock and hit me
Blood was running down my face
I looked up to you
Not any more

Then, when I asked you why
Every Single day
You like to cause me sorrow
You, titty-twisted me
Then you said you’d be
Back again tomorrow

I live, finally, in Wilmington, N.C., after traveling willy-nilly for the past ten years. I've been writing poetry for as long as I can remember, usually on buses. I try to imprint the reader with a clear concept of what is going on. No high fallutin' ranting and raving. I love Walter Payton, my wife, the ocean and my son.