KelseyA Poem by p.kuhl
At first, Kelsey
was all bright. She wore her window high like her hair, up and doing things that shook my twelve- years-crooked knees. Kelsey, everyone in Chippewa Two envied you. Everyone of us, well, we wanted to take you to the Thursday Dance to whisper fake secrets and make the other fools turn green and then blue. Stephanie cried. It was my fault. Kelsey, you and I exchanged. Kelsey, you were up and doing things, keeping me awake so long that I dreamt well into the age of sixteen. I'll be in the midst of these years, good luck Chuck and all whiney. Good grief. Kelsey, I remember you were all bright once. I didn't ever see your hair down. The soft hill under your eye called "your cheek" turned red for whatever reason, and I still remember your phone number because I called you every night. And if I called it now, you might still be awake with your little dumb phone in your hand, under the pillow and waiting for my hand to squeeze yours with a small, mechanical pulse. We might still be able to stay up a little while longer, up and doing things, like watching pointless T.V., making microwave meals, playing silly games like truth or dare, these are the dates I remember, Kelsey. Running up my phone bill just trying to picture you smiling or maybe, if I called it now, I'll find out that you don't own those ten digits I used to use to call you up. Some older man will answer instead and tell me that he loved somebody once, somebody who was all bright and up and doing things. © 2013 p.kuhlReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 22, 2013 Last Updated on November 22, 2013 Authorp.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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