Poem 24: I want a girl

In a lyric, there's a boy and
a girl. Like you, chasing a boy
around the room with an orange
fire truck, under that painting
of Vermont. Like the song
that came on, while you were riding
in your car seat. In the rearview,
cars behind us were shadows
across your face. I want a girl,
with a mind like a diamond.
This morning, you said "Aretha,"
but it was a new singer and a long
time change gonna come. Like your mom
and the short plaid skirt. I want
a girl who knows about matches.
Who strikes anywhere. I want a girl
like a song makes your hips shake.
Like running down hills, like
not caring if you fall, like dusty
knees. I want a girl.