Theme III: Memory, “An Affair”

By Emily Bellor

She remembers getting soft pretzels at the mall,

(mine salty, hers sweet),

and the man in front of them in line

who looked at our joined hands

with perverse eyes.

She remembers going to the movies, and how we held each other.

She doesn’t remember how terrible the movie was,

or the time we went out for Chinese (a couple of months before).

She doesn’t remember how her boyfriend

left us alone in the basement together

and specifically mentioned that “the sheets had been washed”.

She doesn’t wish to remember the text she got:

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She read it after class,

I sent it from the beach, I sent:

“I can’t do this anymore.”

What I meant was:

“I don’t want to.”


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