Track 1 by Zoë Appelbaum-Schwartz

1

You were sitting cross-legged on a moonlit sidewalk,

hair matted with sweat and glitter,

faded eyes giving a distant look of dissatisfaction.

 

A mangled dirt bike sat beside you

and your delicate hands were shaking from the cold.

 

I want to forget your matchbox eyes

and the way that the bruise on your cheek

matched the purple-blue haze of the fog.

 

2

We were driving on the crest together,

your red backpack by my feet,

Alanis Morissette dominating the radio.

 

You were taking photos of passing trees through the icy car window.

You were young and you wanted to be someone else.

You still do, I think.

 

I want to forget the nights

when you sang to me and I listened

like some sort of idiot.


 

3

You kissed me for the first time in my best friend’s bedroom,

tipsy and overconfident.

My hair got caught on your earring

and you laughed at me.

 

I felt empty when we slow-danced at 2 AM in that musty theater.

And when we stood outside in the cold,

your tired eyes reminded me of sick days and radio silence.

 

I want to forget your offbeat smile

And your caustic voice

Asking if I’m ok.

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