I see you still, in your tube top
and track shorts; dark hair
long and middle-parted.
Sunbathing, glistening
on the lawn, humming
Carly Simon: Anti-ci-pa-tion
is making me wait,
keeping me waiting. . . .
all the futures
still in line to claim you–
Me, here now
within reach of you,
nested within
every inseparable self.
To My Nineteen-Year-Old Self by Andrea Potos | Lemon Poetry Reed Diffuser
Andrea Potos is the author of eight full-lengthpoetry collections, including most recently The Presence of One Word (Fernwood Press), Two Emilys (Kelsay Books), and Her Joy Becomes (Fernwood Press). She lives in Madison, Wisconsin. Her poems appear widely online and in print. You can find her at: https://.andreapotos.com






