Posts from — August 2008

You were a quiet big girl in homemade dresses, playing in the band. Then you were gone for a school year. Some said you’d had a baby and given it up. You never explained, and I didn’t ask. Your face was sad, easy to blush, and bitter.

Months after my divorce, I returned for a weekend visit with you and your family. You insisted on awkward surprise visits to several of my former co-workers. Later, you said you thought they’d slept with my ex during our marriage, and you wanted to watch them squirm.

You were headed to basic training, and I was waitressing at that hotel the summer before college. I went up to the room with you because you kissed and talked so sweetly. We each thought the other was a cool glass of water, and we were thirsty.