Judith RocheWhat We Learned from Old BoyfriendsOne day you walk down a road and the forest closes behind you. When you look back you can't see where you've been, though you'd planned to take your hard-earned knowledge with you into the unfurling future. It's fine-grained quality allowed some to sift away like spilt powder in wind. The rest turned liquid, a rain so light your parched appetite soaked it up. It's deep in your body now but you can't call it up to mind. Possibly it freshens your cells and informs the most desperate decisions. Possibly you've pissed it away like time, which is lost and wondering through that dark forest tangled with past-tense kisses though you can only bring back the high points, and they distorted, the boyfriends like you mother - who is both closed off in the deep wood behind and waiting for you at the end - of what you can't say. What is clear is you are alone on this stretch and without what you wanted to pick up along the way. Copyright © 1996 Judith Roche |
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