Be the first to like this

kicking pine cones down the street
climbing the backyard cherry tree
lying in new sheets
waking in darkness     waking to snow
how your chest thickens when you’re scared
how your voice bubbles when you’re pleased
be the first to like
view of wind turbines from the train
golden tint on a glass of wine
gliding on rollerblades by the sea
waking so warm     waking on the beach
how your eyes flood when you’re tired
how you laugh when you’re relieved
like bridges creeks Frisbees
silly cat videos and Instagram photos
like strolling with a friend
between folds of trees
and your heart rolls out a big pink wave
and your lips recall something sweet
like skiing and ice-skating
zip-lining above trees at seventy clicks
blood thudding in your ears
like every new experience because it was new
to you      pocketed in your memory
like the first time you fed the ducks
at Stanley Park
and they stormed like villagers
to your feet

‘Be the First to Like This’ © Theresa Muñoz. ‘Be the First to Like This’ first published in Gutter #8 (Freight, 2013).

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Listen to Theresa Muñoz read her poem 'Be the First to Like This'.