Like Rollerskates

On the bed
in my childhood room
was a white chenille bedspread
I used to run my fingers across it.
It was like rollerskating.
You could still feel it
when you stopped.
I would look at my hands
filled with the sensation.
It was amazing.
The deep purple corduroy bedspread
that I picked out later
was even more thrilling.

--me strauss Letting me be