Reid@YWP

Love is a new, familiar taste that’s different every time. 

Once you fall back in, 

You feel everything all over again. 

It’s an exotic sensation. 

Who said falling in love was a graceful experience?

    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.  

My soul

is the sea-skimming air

that whistles through young children’s shells,

mimicking siren calls

It is

the hurricane gusts

I existed as a precocious young girl who lived only in the context of her own mind. 

I pranced over to the neighbor’s yard to gather rose petals for the fairies’ dresses,

     The lump in my throat grows slowly as I hang onto a borrowed, too-large gray sweater for dear life. Small portions of golden potatoes and thinly-cut pieces of steak au poivre steam gently on the dinner table.