Voices on the Wind Voices from Teen Years
TEENAGE SUNDAY MORNING by Dick Bakken Here’s Marcia in Harlan’s blanket with Harlan. This used to be the fruit room. Harlan’s father is frying eggs and zucchini on the other side of the old wall. It makes Harlan and Marcia laugh into a pillow because they’re screwing behind the refrigerator while he butters toast. But they’re getting hungry. So Marcia’s slipping out the window to knock, to play she’s come visiting. Oops! Oops!—Hello!—here’s Harlan’s mother home an hour early from church, barely missed long-legged Marcia sliding from Harlan’s high little window, dress snagged up to her chin, pantiless as the sunlit front shrubbery.