Frog Kick
The pond frogs belch
and croak. Moonlight ripples
under the curtains.
Beneath summer-
sweaty sheets my legs thrust
out straight,
pleat back and repeat.
I hold my breath until my eyes
bulge from my head,
my skin turns the color
of grass, until I am nothing
but a madly darting
heartbeat. In their silted
pond, one by one,
the frogs go silent.
Hari Bhajan Khalsa’s poems have been published in Poet Lore, Comstock Review, Sow’s Ear, Roanoke Review, Tiger’s Eye, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Gyroscope Review, Moria and forthcoming in Transcend and Hive Avenue. She is the author of the chapbook, Life in Two Parts (Main Street Rag, 2010) and a book of poems, Talk of Snow (Walrus, 2015). She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, just waiting for the perfect dog to join the family.