I Can Remember

I can remember counting the ceiling tiles.

Seventy-two.

I have a friend in the architecture program

and she said that figure sounded rational.

 

Granted, it wasn’t a particularly large room.

Enough space for things to matter, though.

Enough space to really feel like you were doing something.

Maybe we weren’t. Who can say?

 

But I can remember fixing us old fashioneds.

Two more apiece.

Shot of whiskey (blended), two bitters, ginger-ale.

No specified amount, just enough to matter.

 

I would’ve plopped in a cherry for good measure

but we were plumb out.

No matter though, I can remember us tossing them back

and chuckling, something about the upcoming elections.

 

I can even remember who won that race a few weeks later.

Buchanan, Republican - damn them, those b******s.

But for all these things I can remember, I can’t seem to recall

your name, if I loved you. Maybe it didn’t matter.

 

Who can say?

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