In Love

By on Apr 2, 2023 in Poetry

Catholic uniform with heart

I’m in love, love, love with
before I know what love is.

She is cuter than all the other girl
sin Mrs. Mendenhall’s class and
worth all of Uncle Dale’s teasing;

pinker than Bazooka Bubble
Gum at the candy store across
from Wiggins Street School;

sweeter than Saturday mornings,
cartoons and Froot Loops with
six extra teaspoons of sugar;

yum, yum, yummier than homemade
ice cream churned by uncles after
bailing hay on the hottest day of July;

more real than a bloody nose
on the school bus, my first
cigarette in the woods;

more thrilling than coasting my
bike down Glenn Road hill with
“look-no-hands,” or riding the
Wildcat at the Knox County Fair;

more terrifying than, alone, nearly
drowning in the Rose Lynn Campground
pond and no one believing me;

more pure than reciting Hail Marys
on Wednesdays for Confession and again
on Sundays for mass and Catechism;

as guileless as her smile for me,
only for me, holding her hand
only once on the playground, wishing,
wishing, wishing for just one kiss.


David Sapp is a writer, artist and professor living along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. He is a 2018 Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award grant recipient for poetry. His poems have appeared widely in a number of venues across the United States, in Canada and the United Kingdom. His publications also include articles in the Journal of Creative Behavior; chapbooks Close to Home and Two Buddha; and his novel, Flying Over Erie.