Waiting in Line with You

The back of your head, a little

salt and pepper I’m waiting

to run my hands through—

I’m close enough to catch

your rosemary shampoo,

my eye tracing your shirt collar,

the line moving, my hands

waiting to move, to follow

the curve of your neck.

 

Amanda Laughtland lives in the suburbs of Seattle where she teaches at Edmonds Community College. Her first book, Postcards to Box 464, is forthcoming from Bootstrap Productions. Her website is http://teenytiny.org.