I Confess – Alison Luterman
I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years or how to live
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to
some knowledge that makes the earth turn and
burn on its axis—”
But we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”
This poem was selected as the winner of the Oil of Olay “Fine Lines” competition. It was also displayed on transit buses in Portland, Oregon, as part of the city’s “Poetry in Motion” program.
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