as usual, to play All⋆Star Baseball
on hot summer mornings,
rang his door bell twice
But this time,the window sheers parted slightly
and Jim’s mom opened the door
wearing only a silken half-slip
The shell of the wall phonepressed against her ear
and long blond hair,
wet from bathing.
She said Jim wasn’t home,
and I was embarrassedby her large
that flashed no hint
by her body,like one of those models
in the lady’s lingerie section
of a mail-order catalogue,
that stirred untimely yearnings.
Perhaps it was my stutteringor her understanding
of a young boy’s gawking
that made her smile sweetly
Even so, my body flusheddown to my toes.
And I ran home,
by the moment.
“Jim's Mom” was originally published in Ariel.