FAST CAR

Her brother called me last night. He has this voice, like a radio jazzman. Low and round. Makes you feel like you’re swallowing it right through the phone.

“Valerie?” He said. “It’s Allen,” he told me. I already knew because, unlike me, my phone never forgets a name. “News isn’t good,” he said.

Hat

 You were wearing this hat that made you look like a kid. Your car keys hung round your neck on a child’s lanyard. It was dark and you stood with one black boot pointed at the door, telling me that you were going and don’t worry and you’d be back, later. It’s raining I said. NoContinue reading “Hat”

Reaching for L

You are talking about science class and                                                                    I am watching the way your hair curves  past your chin without touching it.   You are talking about prom dresses and   I see the way your upper lip curls   seashell like over your teeth as you speak.  You are talking about boys, one boy,  and   I am watching the way your feet dance Continue reading “Reaching for L”

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