Teenagers, if asked
would say something with
tough skin, pebbled
as an orange.
But they are not.
Even in the dailiness
of our lives together
we —well, I
need Reminders.
Not oranges.
Not even apples.
They are more like pears
tart or sweet or mealy
yellow, brown, red
the one constant is
they bruise as easily as
a teenager’s heart.