No names are

No names are necessary:

Reunion 3: fiction and non-fiction

I remember when I dragged

my father -digitalis up-upp the stairs

to see the plant in your living room.

I remember us all standing there.

I remember our silence,

our incredible silence

when your father died.

alone. Your grandmother standing

in your kitchen,waiting for your coming home.


Your hole in -one – in your girdle as you dated the man you married before we graduated.

your silences.

your laughter at me.

I remember the face of the boy i loved. i wanted to marry.

How you laughed.

What mirror-how small it would be

it could be.

I remember what we wanted to see.

Eileen Lewis-Lurin @ 5/8/2013