That poem wants you to catch it by its tail
by the secret string
inside the honeysuckle
to find that succulent drop
you swear there are powers inside
’cause it’s real honey
skate away in your blue suede orange wheels
purple satin visor
born to roll
that yellow comb sticking out of your Sergios
if you can read this, you’re too close
people say your switchin’ but it’s just the way you walk
you’re always Kelly when Charlie calls
or Diana, daughter of Hippolyta
that girl knew so much
she comes back
when you stir your breath
eleven minutes on the kitchen timer
unravel her
before the sun
Rebecca Inspires Now 
Wow! This took me back, amiga! Except instead of roller skates for me it was my neon blue bicycle zipping through my dad’s motor pool on Sundays. Fun poem but also an important poem for girls to read. And I could hear the music coursing through the poem, so that the part of it being a poem almost disappeared and I was with the narrator as she watched Charlie’s Angels (I was a secret Kelly too!). Thanks for posting——-
Jane,
Thank you so much for your love love love comment. I think that blue bicycle is a poem in waiting! And what a great point about girls reading it. 🙂 xo R
This makes me smile. I can only imagine where you found that skate:)
Thanks girl. You know this blog is might handy as a way for me to purge…now I can let them go!