The taste of red wine and dark chocolate
Swirlin’ together inside my mouth is
Like smoke escaping from the chimney
Of a log cabin in the depths of a Louisiana swamp
On a humid summer night
When you can feel the breeze
Brush across your skin
And lift the tendrils of hair that rested
Lightly above your breast, and you wanna giggle But you can’t because you’re playin’ hide and seek
And you don’t wanna be found by your best friend,
And yet you do
Because she’s the only person
In your world
Who will understand
When you explain
Your goose bumps.
Jenny Sullivan teaches English and Creative Writing at Union High School in Tulsa. Her three-part narrative, “Hook, Line and Stringtown,” appeared in This Land in 2011.
Originally published in This Land, Vol. 3, Issue 23, Dec. 1, 2012.