It’s peach tea
Spring time
Sitting against the wall, knees bent
Waiting
A shadow
Relief.
Synthetic oil
So the car will steer
Nasty stuff
Stains my fingers
Mindless driving
Familiar streets
Returning.
Dishes piled in the sink
Shoes scattered in the foyer
Stacks on papers
On the floor
Ready to be unattended to
Scolding and slamming doors
Rolling eyes, heavy sighs
Home.
The senior prom
Football games
Sleepovers, gossip tongues
Varsity jackets, the play, the game
The boyfriend, the best friend
Detention, hooky
Never happened.