I am 19 years old
The only hangovers I’ve ever had were in those awful moments after finishing a book where my mind is still lost in that world, stubbornly wanting to stay
I dream of road trips across the country, because in my dreams, I am a fabulous driver
I like peppermints because the flavor makes me think of Christmases long ago when my dad didn’t have to work
Lemons and rosemary potatoes
Flavors and smells hold memories just as well as photographs and notebooks
But I have to write things down, because if I don’t, my mind will rewrite facts to create more entertaining stories
So I am writing this down, so I don’t forget
The moment when I thought, in the haze of happy delusion,
That I have been here before
I have been here before
Spoken the names before
Tasted this fear before
Asked again for more
And if I’ve been here before,
That means this will end again
That I will fail again
That I will once more write down the faults and trials and log all the miles
Of round trip tickets costs
Once again be at a lost
From the Summer to winter’s frost
And this will be a memory once more.
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Remember When
Something About This
I would rather listen to you talk about books than
My favorite song
The TV
A rock star’s hit song
Dance
Kiss someone while we dance
But to kiss you mid-discussion, as you pause to catch your breathe, winded by speaking of a great long ago conflict
Is better still
And I’d rather kiss you mid-discussion than
The face of a celebrity
Someone else’s newborn baby
To hold some body near
But if I could hold your body near
After I kiss your surprised face, halting the intellectual discussion of post civil war America
That would be better still
I’d rather be with you than
A man who says I’m beautiful in body
A man who says I’m beautiful in style
A man who says I make him feel incredible
If only for awhile
Because when I make a reference that you GET
Or when you accept my opinions as valid and well thought through
Like I’m a human being with a brain
And not a hysterical womb
Or when you admit that you don’t know
While acknowledging that I do
It makes it much too easy a task
To trip up and fall for you
I don’t like like, I’ve been there before
It’s tedious and quite the bore
And romance has faded fast
Into the background of our human past
And soul mates and first dates are irredeemable cliches
But I like this
Talking like we know what we are talking about
You not acting like I can’t make a decision on my own
No mess
No stress
I screwed it all up on my own
Waiting for your messages
When I swore I’d wait for no one.