i rememberher
I am introduced to her husband.
He has heard all about me.
I am the crazy one.
We had so much fun as kids.
He asks me what she was like back then.
He imagines a small blond child
Prettier than she is now,
he wishes this.
I tell him,
'Yeah,
She was a lotta fun.'
That we were always getting
into Trouble.
But it is not the truth.
The truth is i remember many of them.
But not all the time,
or all at once.
Every once in a while a face or time
will pop into my head and
i will be
THERE.
and i will miss them
in that moment.
But when you miss them,
you wish you mish
their guileless juvenile selves
Not this polished pseudo adult
that you see sitting before you.
she is manicured and clutching
her husbands hand
like an overexcited pig and
she has blonde highlights.
but then you knew that.
just like you know the fly
is heading for your face.
you knew she liked cruises
and watched Friends on Wednesdays
and enjoyed her Chardonnay.
this is your once chance to find out
otherwise.
that maybe she is secretly
a subversive like you.
that she, like thee, hates the smell of pubs
and never watches TV except in hotels.
and perhaps she never really even liked you.
He has heard all about me.
I am the crazy one.
We had so much fun as kids.
He asks me what she was like back then.
He imagines a small blond child
Prettier than she is now,
he wishes this.
I tell him,
'Yeah,
She was a lotta fun.'
That we were always getting
into Trouble.
But it is not the truth.
The truth is i remember many of them.
But not all the time,
or all at once.
Every once in a while a face or time
will pop into my head and
i will be
THERE.
and i will miss them
in that moment.
But when you miss them,
you wish you mish
their guileless juvenile selves
Not this polished pseudo adult
that you see sitting before you.
she is manicured and clutching
her husbands hand
like an overexcited pig and
she has blonde highlights.
but then you knew that.
just like you know the fly
is heading for your face.
you knew she liked cruises
and watched Friends on Wednesdays
and enjoyed her Chardonnay.
this is your once chance to find out
otherwise.
that maybe she is secretly
a subversive like you.
that she, like thee, hates the smell of pubs
and never watches TV except in hotels.
and perhaps she never really even liked you.
posted by Camille at 7:27 pm
2 Comments:
and i remember you...do you remember me...we met at a theme park when you were just a girl...
I think you could be more cruel and less whimsical with this.
"like an overexcited pig" is a bit of a clumsy similie, is it no?
You could really take her apart before reflecting on whether she ever liked you. Or you could question whether she just want to see your approval of her man. How the joy of her marriage may be as short lived as the times you played together as kids. Or something...
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