My Teenager
Last thing I thought I wantedin lifeinvite the adolescent to tea,who knewwhat was trueand anything else wouldn’t do,who’d sit with hera minute more than thecalendrical reality,yet now will I pause and beckonwith a little twitch of the shoulderyou don’t want to beckon too broadly,the very weakness of gestureyou may trace to the cool requiredbalanced by warm desire,I do not think of her muchI’m almost unable to think of hera curtain drops in front of her if she is anywhere near,yet I beckon with that one shoulderand in so doing she tends to flickerin my own person,and then I don’t think that I comeas such a surprise to her,
Last thing I thought I wanted
in life
invite the adolescent to tea,
who knew
what was true
and anything else wouldn’t do,
who’d sit with her
a minute more than the
calendrical reality,
yet now will I pause and beckon
with a little twitch of the shoulder
you don’t want to beckon too broadly,
the very weakness of gesture
you may trace to the cool required
balanced by warm desire,
I do not think of her much
I’m almost unable to think of her
a curtain drops in front of her if she is anywhere near,
yet I beckon with that one shoulder
and in so doing she tends to flicker
in my own person,
and then I don’t think that I come
as such a surprise to her,
