i had just turned six when
Elvis died
my mom with her long, dark hair
and my aunt, blonde and long too—
sat out on the steps
with their friends
and their short shorts, sobbing;
Tab and real Pepsi
in the bottle
Virginia
Slims between the index
and middle
age
i watched,
barefoot in the warm shade;
topaz eyes full and wide,
little legs tan; and tendril-bleached,
umber hair, wild—
even i knew i wouldn’t
forget
where i was that day
when i heard
‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’
in the background
and cried too
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner