Adolescence

Adolescence:

Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waitiing...
Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby breasts are alert
Venetian blinds slice up the moon, the tiles quiver in pale strips.

Then they come, the three seal men with eyes as round as dinner plates
and eyelashes like sharpened twines
They bring the scent of licorice.

One sits in the washbowl, one on the bathtub edge, one leans against the door. " Can you feel it yet?" they whisper.
I don't know what to say, again. They chuckle, pattin their sleek bodies with their hands.
Well, maybe next time.

And they rise, littering like pools of ink under moonlight, And vanish.

I clutch at the ragged holes they leave behind,
here at the edge of darkness, light rests like a ball of fur on my tongue....