11 August 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
Reading a book on amphibians
at the local elementary school,
the girl whom I'm tutoring,
a third-grader with cornrows in her hair
and skin the color of walnut, asks me:
"Is it true that men always want
to know what women are thinking?"
She's already pointed out the mole on my cheek
and asked me how I shave around it.
I reply, referring once more to our book:
"Isn't it fascinating that a frog breathes air,
but spends the winter
buried in the mud at the bottom of a lake?"
She just stares at me with brown eyes.
"Do women always want to know
what men are thinking?" I ask.
She looks at the painting in our book
of the frog sleeping in his burrow
curled up at the bottom of a frozen lake.
"No," she says. "It must be boring."
About the author:
James C. Henderson is currently enrolled in the MFA program at Hamline University in St. Paul, Minnesota. A project manager by profession, his poetry has appeared online in Double Dare Press and Poetry Midwest.