Why the How
everywhere
a million memories,
azaleas, camellias, and dogwoods.
Wisteria.
fragments of who I was, who you thought I was, who you were, who I thought you were.
still becoming who we want to be.
The exuberance of youth revived by who we were to each other once upon a time
snow days and hayrides, parks and parking, forests and rivers, apartments and offices
beds, floors, cars, couches, Chick-fil-A
music and laughter, hot summer nights and never being cold, refusing to grow old
together never forever
your hands, always your hands
weak words don’t know your
hands like I do.
Truth knows and sulks
in a corner, evading
the lie parade patiently
waiting
until everything else: premiums, interest, back child support, ex-wives, extradition, weddings and funerals, barstools and dance floors, The Cure and Van Halen
freefall away, sunsets gone on a twilight breeze,
a winking moon and round stars,
Henry Clay and the Kansas-Nebraska Act,
Gettysburg and Teapot Dome
Blood seeps into the earth, daylight savings time mocks everyone.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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so I got to the end and started readying this backwards, it reads really well that way too and I think that's really neat.