Finding high school friends on Facebook
can inspire dread or excitement--depending.
Finding high school friends on Facebook
can make you remember hilarious things
or hideous things--depending.
She was my best friend. We looked alike: blonde, muscular build,
light eyes. We played soccer together, sang in the choir together
and we cleaned up each other's drunken puke or kept each other's
secrets depending on what kind of week it'd been at home,
school, on the field, or in our bodies. We stayed down for one
another until there was nothing more to be down about. Separate.
Miles apart. No malice. Just gone.
She recently posted 2 pictures as part of her "site."
A side belly profile and an ultrasound.
8 weeks of life
discernible without effort,
curled up inside,
beginning to protrude after 17 weeks on the outside.
She will be an incredible mother. I thought so back in the day.
I think so right now after not having seen her for 10 years.
There are memories you keep but don't remember until they're tapped.
And there are memories that function like gas stoves--
something always under the surface,
creating a subtle yet distinct smell and vulnerability,
just waiting for the ignition of fire to
erupt its ever-dwelling force.
Mine was cut out somewhere in between 8 and 17 weeks.
It's not for your debate senator.
It's not for your proposition lobbyist.
It's not for your theory you PC 3rd wave bitch.
This memory is my flame.
Finding high school friends on Facebook
can reconnect you
with all that's been
disconnected--depending.
1 comment:
When I finished reading all the joy and anger and pain and beauty in your poem, I looked over and saw the photo of you and James. Something broke open and spilled joy and gratitude all over me - to see that his arms are big enough to hold all of you when you need to be held, and to support you and love you in everything - and to know how much you do the same for him. Thank you for the poem and juxtaposing the photo.
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