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Summer Haze

Birthday parties in the breezeway.
Cousins galore gather 'round a bakery cake-
a huge swimming pool with sugary blue diving board.
She made every occasion special.

Yet again, he returns home from work bellowing.
We never learned how to placate the air.
My mother blamed his crazy clan.
Hours later, he's happily whistling about the house.

At thirteen, I got my first kiss in the backyard playhouse.
A threesome with the Stauffer twins;
my face assaulted by twirling tongues.
None of it ever like it played out in the old movies.

        Amy Barone