I, Mary Kay Letourneau, Get All Reflective
- A walk: soggy, fog-soaked night
- lamplights like little sightless
- cave fish: no eyes but the size
- of watermelons or so, though
- the night is seedless: no stars.
- I can see two possums borne
- by the bush, plopped onto
- the pavement where they spin
- around like wind-up toys.
- Their mouths meet.
- A kiss. No. A hiss.
- A fight.
- Last night,
- in my dream our lips touched.
- We mustn’t! you said. Such an
- awfully strange thing for a child to say.