Apprehension

by Steve Mitchell

in those

small world

days

those

Rock ’em Sock ’em

days

with

my short

legs and

my short past

all TV

quicksand

and polyester

forgery

I worried

about strangers

about dogs

about teenagers

I worried

what if Santa arrives before I’m asleep?
what if I don’t like toys when I grow up?
what if I can’t learn long division?

what if?

what if

on my wedding night

with my bride

on our honeymoon

bed

it falls to me

but

I still

haven’t  learned

the

mechanics

of

sex?

what if?

I worried

in those

days

those

long future

days

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

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