Elyse Hart

BLUEBERRY TROUBLE

Harbored with a dozen other
not-yet women.
A movie on: Dazed and Confused.
Except

there was no confusion.
Not a bosom to cry into either,
so I didn’t.

Sixteen,
no reason to dismay parents,
to hear acrid words
rattle forever.

They scraped out
my blueberry trouble.
A little blood when I came to,

no pain.
Nothing but:
I could go for ice cream and a movie,
so I did.