Each month, write a new collection.
Jeanne: Letter to first loveWith the last St Mary’s bellI’d hop on my red bike Cross the Burlington Northern tracksMeander the Olmstead streetsDestination The play ground.Carey would be therePark our butts into plastic seatsPump our feetSwing back and forthChat and giggle I decided we were best friends.But I hoped that I’d catch a glimpse of youPlaying ball with your friendsPaul AtellaSo cute.Dimple smile and sweet eyes.Quiet friendly mannerMy sisters tried to teaseBut I decided we were best friends.Even when you moved away.Eight years later The door bell rangShort guy on the stoopSurvive awkward exchange Teens moved on Nod to the past.
That's a really nice memory!
Dear someone,I don’t know. I don’t know. Rusty wanted to marry me in KindergartenI dreamed about Holland in fourth gradebut he had no dreams about meand barely noticed my reality.Surely that’s not love.Gene was a prom date, but a blind date nevertheless,with his artless criticismof the fake colonial architectureof my house and its neighborhoodand his pretend sophistication, no.I guess it’s Dear Newell,one of the few boys whocared about me about the same as I cared about him, we both said loveat the time, beautiful Boone,blue mountains on all sidesmountain laurel and honeysuckleand “What’d I Say,” side 1 and side 2.I felt swept away that summer,far from home as you were,together far too muchalthough they said we were so“carefully chaperoned at all times”learning and eating and dancinghiking and talking with friends.A lock of hair came in the mailfrom a Jennifer back homeand you were so embarrassed butdid you always plan to returnto Jennifer at summer’s end?I’d thank you for the joy of being selectedincluded, wanted, even if only for months,but now the joy is tainted with too much speculation about whatyou planned for our unionfrom the very start—that it endfast, broken clean and sharp,the top of a coke bottle that fell downthe Cliffside from Blowing Rockand we laughed to see it lying fragmented when we came to the base.Cruel love, L