His Hair Is Perfect
He is an attractive teen boy,
but he doesn’t know it yet.
His social skills are still in the box they came in.
He wears the uniform of his age and gender;
a nondescript tee shirt with jeans.
He straightens his already straight hair,
preparing for the school sponsored dance.
He tries to picture a teen girl getting ready somewhere,
and rehearses his casual lines with meticulous care
for this chapter test in puberty class.
Dad waits in his chair, not watching the television;
he is aware of his son’s adventure, not his anguish.
He remembers a time…
Then he assures himself that all will be well;
he has no doubt that all the girls want his son.
Mom sees her boy enter the room;
her man rises to give encouragement, recounting his teen years,
so she does not interfere with the tribal rites.
She wonders how they expect to communicate without mentioning the subject,
and turns again to her meditation on girl names for her grandchildren.
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