Beanery Online Literary Magazine

January 19, 2009

CURLS AT TWELVE YEARS OLD

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BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

CURLS AT TWELVE YEARS OLD 

Erin

 

I remember:

His hair bounced,
Silken smooth apple butter color,
Causing me to turn back twice
With the way it moved.
Sometimes now, I wish I had his hair
With all the curls.

I remember:

My fingers jumped in and swam,
In the crinkled waves, while
The scent of freesia and sea salt
Wafted up through the air.
His curls, as I caressed, mixed with sunlight,
Tossing a halo up to me.
His hair was a wild animal,
Untamable, like a child.
Sometimes now, I wish for his hair.
My fingers understood that it
Was so much like him, me, us.
Sometimes now, I wish for his curls and youth again.

ADDITIONAL READING:

MAGIC SHADOW-SHOW

SHOULD THIS HOUSE HAVE SOLD AT A TAX SALE?

SADIE

BODIES

ELINOR’S ORPHAN KITLINGS

IT’S NOT THAT SMALL A WORLD

THE LIGONIER 250TH ANNIVERSARY BOOKLET

MUSTANG SALLY’S GUIDE TO WORLD BICYCLE TOURING

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