A Poem by Katy Evans-Bush

The Something of Your Heart

I drove the pickup of my wildest dreams
and crashed on the rocks of your wildest dreams.

I practiced the oboe of a neverending gymnasium
and sprained myself on a sonata.

You slipped on the banana peel of a colander
and were trapped in the heartache of an enclosure.

In the towel of an enclosure, of my wildest dreams
nothing remained but the trap. Your sonata

was a colander in a pickup. Your wildest dreams
rode an oboe to the enclosure of a banana,

and they were wild, let me tell you, as a gymnast
practicing in a pickup. We were the slip in a trap

of the sonata allotted us and dreams, the neverending
heartache of banana peels and pickups, played us.

Katy Evans-Bush's latest poetry publication is Broken Cities, from Smith|Doorstop, and her essay collection, Forgive the Language, is published by Penned in the Margins. A polemical memoir on hidden homelessness will be published by CB Editions, and she is at work on her next poetry collection. She lives in Kent where she is a freelance poetry tutor and editor.