old memories and pasts rotate back into circulation
when you have already settled their feel and currency
all i remember was that i loved her
and she loved me, she told her children that one day
while we baked some impossible food
i think it had cinnamon in it.
i mention her because i had this dream
that i had glanced in some article in the paper
about her life that was misconstrued and clearly insulting
and i was very upset
and beyond livid
which is how i feel
when i think of what she had to put up with
because people thought she was nuts
when all she did was work for the county
and try to help confused people who wound up in the jail.
i can't tell you her name again
i don't want to talk about things
that i should keep private
not because they were secrets
but because perhaps they are too beautiful for you
I'll hide this here, like a stone in the pocket of a jacket.
ReplyDeleteOnly the people we have loved and the people who have loved us ever know our real names.
The rest are just telling stories about who we might be and might have been.
I almost cried tears of happiness for what you wrote. Thank you, friend.
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