I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter
Tag: memory
big red
our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn
hot and stuffy in summer
freezing cold in winter
we listened to Beatle records over and over again
on a dusty turntable
warmth
the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed
yard karma
July 3, 1971
driving my friend’s family’s Lincoln Continental
from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven
picked up few hitchhikers along the way
someone turned on the radio
to the news that Jim Morrison had died
erased
there were signs
during the summer of 1968
she couldn’t remember my name
Licht Years 