by Karen Paul Holmes
Hugged you last night in a dream,
you said, Careful, my ribs hurt.
There was a time in college
when we knew each hurt
how it happened
or which crush caused it.
I fly to Miami to hug you for real.
Our laughs sway with palms,
thirty-two years melt into mojitos.
-refers from the phrase “school crushes” in Julie Ellinger Hunt’s poem Carried Away