Control

 The constant controlling of the publicand private faces seems to be likethe balance beam in junior high gym class,struggling to put one foot in front ofthe other while trying to keep yourshorts from riding up your thighs.It’s a tiring illusion.Harder still to reconcile the appetiteto hand it all over to you when yourbreath skims my cheek in the dark. ____Heather Sullivan lives with her family in Revere, MA. She has appeared in several journals, most recently Change Seven Magazine with work forthcoming in Chiron Review and Free State Review. She maintains a blog at ladyjaneadventures.blogspot.com.