A Girl I Met On Several Occasions
Blonde hair, blurry eyes.
I said my name three times before she believed it wasn’t Darren.
Short grass became tall snow.
Our town sprawled enough for us to stay hidden from another.
I was blood and water with nowhere to go.
She was a sharp mind, and soft cheek bones that framed my favorite smile.
Only a handful of times did I talk to the real her.
All the other times I talked to the girl who was skin deep happy.
The same kind of happy that appeared only on small screens in purses and pockets.
I think she played dumb for the comfort of her peers.
I reconciled with the version of her in my head,
But never the one that lived nine blocks from my doorway.
Or the girl who was always three drinks ahead of me.
The one girl I thought I could find.
Should I ask for the real you?
Yes men crowd my space.
I’m not sure my voice will hold. I think I’ve lost my way.
Plus I’m practiced at giving up.
I shouldn’t come to the party. I think it might hurt.
I can’t answer the phone, I don’t have the stomach for slurred words tonight.