She has blossomed into
complication;
my niece, not yet three,
has learned to say
either.
I don’t like the scary skeleton,
and I don’t like scary pirates either.
In twenty years she’ll be
standing, head cocked,
in front of a rack of paint
samples
saying
I don’t really like the
burgundy,
but the rust is not quite right either.
And from there of course
it’s only a short step
to
I don’t want to lose you,
but I don’t want to be utterly consumed
by this love either.
And from there,
and from then on—well, we
all know
how the skeins get tangled, don’t we?
We who are no longer little
children,
yet not yet wholly grown up either.
from Desire Zoo, published by Tia Chucha
Press
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Copyright, Allison Luterman. |