

Quickie Mart Love I think the first time I saw you was in some run-down Quickie Mart; you pushing your cart slowly up the aisle in front of me. It was painful to look at you. Some suffocating beauty in your eyes, and the fading bruise on your cheekbone. I wanted right then to help you reach the cans from the high shelves. Wanted to build our childrens first swing set. Wanted to smooth my hand over your pregnant stomach and feel a kick. And then some new Oldies song came over the intercom and I flashed out of my daydreams. You were slowly turning the corner to the next aisle, and I watched your brown hair fade behind the shelves. &Quickie Mart Love


Stover Lake Remember when we were children and we would swim out to the middle of Stover Lake? Theres something idyllic about floating next to you, your hair twirling through the ripples to brush against my neck. Far out, the woods close in on all sides; but they looked like miniature trees at that distance. I was too preoccupied with the skies anyway, watching the clouds stretch and twist and dissipate like misty taffy. I used to pretend that I could push them across the sky, and used to blow them away so much that I grew dizzy and you laughed. The water was always chilly, but I could simply reach out to stroke the heStover Lake
Dysthymia

Fallen LeavesThe next time I think of you I want it to be brief, the kind of contemplationFallen Leaves
a child gives the small brown leaf smuggled indoors under his boot; a momentary blur of syllables
before he discards it in the trash.
As it is now, I see far too clearly each brittle vein crinkling fine lines that stretch onward,
finally veering away from wretched pain and rage, yet with no certain path.
My memories of you
are like fallen leaves, composting sentiments and insights quietly into fertile ground for life.
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