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Evan Stephens
Poems
Apr 2019
Letter to H-----
Dear H-----,
Everything then
is now, too,
memory
is plural.
In law school
I mentored you
& let you ******
me after I broke
up with the art
deco girl who
kept turning the
blade in my side as
if it were a key.
It was a scandal -
I felt my name
crawling lip to lip,
caught library looks,
but didn't care.
Your sister taught me
the moon game
at your kitchen table
& then spread my blood
with her song.
Do you remember it?
When I drank
my acetylene pain,
you were so quick
to forgive. It left
an impression.
We came home late,
laughing so hard
we were *******,
with the moon
tangled in the ivy.
But I was still hanging
from the blade of
the art deco girl,
& it wasn't fair to you,
dying like that.
And then when
my grandmother
died, I needed you
but it was too much
& you fled. It was the end.
You moved, and married.
I let the art deco girl
saw me apart
a few more times.
But I never forgot
how alive we were,
or the strange sound
of the lullaby I wrote you.
from 2014
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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