When I think of her sometimes
I think of the walnut episode
Of the Dick Van Dyke Show
In which Mary Tyler Moore
Played a seductive space alien
Pants so tight I could make
Out every curve of her,
Blouse so tight my eyes
Hurt to look at her,
The stuff that kept me
Up at night as a teen
Much the way “She” does
Sometimes to me today,
Clutching my phone
To my chest to the imagined
Scent of walnuts
And the belief she might
Be from outer space, too,
Wrapping me up in her scent,
Stirring me to do what I did
As a teach when I dreamed
Of tight jeans and pointed breasts,
A pointed reminder
Of my own frustration,
Though at times,
I still smell the odor
Of walnuts and perfume
As I clutch something
Other than my phone
To give me
Comfort.
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