Kathy

Listening to the song “Kathy” by Po’Girl brought this out of me:

I remember, do you remember when the snow felt soft? When leaves were not lush, crackly, or billowing, but simply leaves. With their purpose of dressing and undressing trees. I remember his black and white striped shirt stretched tight over his tight body. He was making us laugh. Do you remember the leaves poking over his head? Over the rooftops with leaves dressing trees and reaching toward a different kind of light.

I remember, do you remember singing in the early morning with fast fingers punching text messages? Making surprise stops with slices of home-made bread. Your skin pressed in coffee, the earned tips covering the cost of our rental car.

I remember, do you remember the snores in the dry sauna? The rain on our weekend away, together. We stayed an extra day and sat across a table top, coffee between us, exchanging paragraphs of questions written in sacred journals.

I remember, do you remember our knuckles barely touching? Getting stoned in cemeteries, and not knowing how to spell cemeteries. The four Vespas lined up on the sidewalk. All periwinkle. All showing us summer had descended.

I remember, do you remember when we used to be?

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