Reaching for L

You are talking about science class and                                                                   

I am watching the way your hair curves 

past your chin without touching it.  

You are talking about prom dresses and  

I see the way your upper lip curls  

seashell like over your teeth as you speak. 

You are talking about boys, one boy,  and  

I am watching the way your feet dance 

inside those boots you always wear.  

You are sitting  across our table and 

The kitchen is hot like it always is in June 

You are talking about college and  

I am touching the available skin 

 On your arm where your T-shirt stops.  

I am hoping you won’t notice the chill. 

I am trying not to hold on 

Too tight. 



Published by W. A. Schwartz

I the mother of two complex young women and a beautiful teenage boy, I'm a doctor, a wife, a writer, a good gardener, a terrible cook, a hopeless romantic, a lazy voter, an impatient driver, a conscientious objector, a good daughter, a reasonable sister, a really bad patient, the worst kind of singer, an excellent sewer and the best damn dreamer you ever met.

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