Nicole Yurcaba’s most recent poem to appear here was “Sunday Morning, Lying Beside My Fiancé” (October 2018).
Dancing to Aerosmith in My Underwear
By Nicole Yurcaba
I’ve heard this song throughout
my 31 years. This band, too. Neither
are favorites. I don’t even like Aero-
smith, and, yet, this Sunday morning
as my fiancé pounds pork tenderloin
for Sunday dinner, I sip Keurig-brewed
coffee; my hips are sassy against Steven
Tyler’s whine, the too-happy guitar’s drool,
the not-so-Keith-Moon drumming. My
feet step in and out of invisible boxes,
our needs-replaced-but-we-don’t-have-
the-money linoleum floor scraping
rough on my unsocked soles.
great insistent flashy poem. thanx for sharing!
Thanks for sharing this dancing poem! HGL
Fun visual.