Kennedy James liked to borrow from me
The first time I met him he was reading his newspaper, smoking his cigar
In Old Town Public Library in 2003
I trusted him when he said I was pretty, later I told it all to my sister
That he looked smart -kinder than he seemed with his crooked teeth
That I dreamed later that night of us two entangled in the sheets
I'd met him once
Enough to make a naïve me believe I could love him
From the angle of his jaw to the bridge of his nose
Though we never talked much I affected his feelings it seemed
Everytime I came to the library he read at the same wooden table where I came and sat close
"What are you reading?" he asked one afternoon
I said Wells' The First Men in the Moon
I lent him the book, but now that I think of it, as I write this, he never gave it back
I......
I could write on and on about how it feels to love one way without another, I have plenty of diaries with similar words in stacks
I confess it's hard to believe you can be loved
When what you love in others is what you hate in you
I just wish my blood didn't thrum that easily through
My veins, my heart to my arteries, where I shoved
All the little secret feelings I ever once felt for a fucking -once stranger, once friend- I never truly met
But I already dream of our downtown house with a pet
Does he even know my name?
I repeat to myself constantly Shouldn't you be ashamed?
I know something's off about me, don't worry about it, that you don't need to tell me so
'Cause everytime I'm screamed at and criticized is like a blow
To the heart.
YOU ARE READING
Denim jeans, Satin dress
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