Sep 2015

When I was thirteen,
You told me I should go and rent a movie on VHS,
Harold and Maude.
You said I was Harold incarnate.
You asked me almost everyday
If I had seen it yet.
I went to the Internet,
And read the synopsis. I thought it was a dirty movie.
The kind my conservative, Republican mother probably wouldn't rent
For me.
So I lied to you.
And you asked me questions,
Made jokes I pretended to understand,
I laughed and shook my head and blushed.
I watched it two weeks ago, and loved it.
And now that you're dead
I wonder...
Were you Maude?

Ellie Belanger
Written by
Ellie Belanger  Gainesville
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