Two Poems

NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY Dear Asha,
you love the night, when you
have all your boys ring your
phone then your bell then
come inside your house and
love you. I can only dream that
I might be one of them that
you answer.

YOU BREAK IT, LOVE! The
spell you put me under
wrecks my heart and
hurts my hearing while
you laugh and spit.
Dear Asha, you’ve got
the eyes and the smile
and the nerve!