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Evan Stephens
Poems
Feb 2019
Admission to T--- B------
I remember you
& that rebel C
of blonde hair
by your ear.
You let me
tuck it back,
even after you knew
I liked you.
You were fourteen
& your world
was engraved
in italics.
When I cut myself
for reasons
I couldn't speak to,
you understood.
We were exiles -
but I always had
the impression
you found me
too safe to date.
Oh, how you were wrong -
an irony, for
you spared yourself
the wild hurt
of my terrible soul,
& the wrecked self
I gave so many others,
for when I said
"I love you,"
I always meant
something else entirely.
I started thinking back on you
as early as college,
glassy well of gin
weeping for me in my hand.
Years after that,
my brakeless bicycle
invited me into a bath of sun
& you were waiting there
as a thought.
I remember
being so divided by you.
My longings
were only ever half
about the blue
of your eye,
& that blonde C
I turned it back so I could
touch you by the ear -
a gesture you always allowed.
Mercy? Desire?
I never knew.
The other half was new,
a movement inside me,
learning how
to be in love,
a fourteen-year-old's
grand, hopeless romance.
I was reminded of this
that July 4th a decade ago
when I saw you here
in my city,
with your husband.
You still held
skeleton keys
that opened
my older locks.
Your intelligence
canted over me
& erased
almost fifteen years
& my chest was smoke
& my skin was a sky
& just as before, half was love
& half was not.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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