do you ever momentarily forget
where you are
and when you remember
you’re in your ex-fiance’s hedges taking pictures of his wife cooking
A SHORT HISTORY OF ALL THE TIME WE EVER SPENT TOGETHER
I saw you filling up your Prius at the Shell station
on the corner of fifth. Behind my sunglasses and hair
I quietly repeated your license plate number.
We ran into each other outside the door to the school
our children attend together. I made that face that says
Sorry, I can’t remember your name. I have been
practicing that face. I am very good at making that face.
I know what the inside
of your garage smells like.
My friend Leslie has a car
with darker windows than mine
so I borrowed it to drive
around your block last Saturday.
I want to water your neighbor’s magnolias.
You were going into Whole Foods in your grey
toggle coat and I was in a rush but
camped out in the liquor store across the street
so I might be able to see some of your purchases.
I thought about tailing you
but that would just be–
I saw the leaves of a fresh pineapple
sticking out the brown top bag. Sometimes
I imagine you slicing it open and sucking
the sweet juice from your fingers.
At home, scrolling through
your vacation pictures on Flickr.
You wear a bathing suit well.
The phone rings, and it’s not you.
Front page image by sergis blog.