Tuesday, May 08, 2018

Me Too?

there was one stolen kiss that I always
thought of sweetly until this year
when I began to worry about my memory and 
was she really smiling as she ducked under my arm 
and ran away? when I leaned in
did she lean in too?
or am I another man recasting his past?
what did that moment mean to her
if it meant anything at all?

this is not the sort of thing you ask on Facebook
a blue-sky message 
starting with you may not remember 
and ending with was I the villain?
this is (not?) the sort of thing you ask

Saturday, January 20, 2018

I want to turn your stories upside down 
and leave my name on them in masking tape 
like a family vase in a dying woman's house 
so I can have them when you're gone.