Molly McCammon

Girl Next Door

Girl next door:
     wilting ice cream on an August day
     and her milky skin never could be more
     pure
Girl next door:
     Glass cut silhouette
     same color as four different proposal diamonds
     brushed with dust on dresser
Girl next door:
     peachy lips and candied hair
     like sherbet sweet
     turns sour
Girl next door:
     losing ripeness, mushy fruit
     magnet has weak pull
     mailbox is empty today
Girl next door:
     saw you kiss another
     from curtained window, high
     now you know, she’ll only ever be next door