POW! after Sarah Kay

This is what bottle rocket butterflies feel like. Second drink courage 
on the first date. There are lust-filled landmines exploding under my feet. 
Someone stuck a metal fork into the toaster and there are sparks 
everywhere. Snap, crackle, pop. Orange Fanta fizz. This is that time 
we French kissed with Fun Dip coated tongues. Sparkler sizzle. 
Mentos in Coke. Firefly rave. 

By Emma Yahr