Literary Pixie

By Sammy Ginsberg

I want to make a move,
to be reckless.
And daunting,
and not care when people laugh
or say rude things that they don't know are rude,
to have my cheeks flush because some one looked at me,
to have my tongue turn into a magnet
on the inside of my cheeks,
and my words go up and down.
But, could I do it?
Could I say what I think,
and not feel myself regret
that I have let
a little bit of me out.
I want to keep me locked in my eyes.