When Fandango asked us to reblog a blog from the past, I had over 9,000 to choose from, and for some reason I chose this one.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, we are to repost a blog from the past.
Clinging to the wall
like an old wallpaper scrap
are the words
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you.
Their refrain slides up and down
the musical scale—
an old country tune,
plaintive and clear.
Why do I want you?
The first time I met you,
there was something about the curl of your hair.
Your eyes, so familiar—puzzled, as though
you, too, were trying to remember.
After that, it was
the set of your shoulders—
the arm stretched between your seat and mine
with your hand on the back of my seat.
All of your restraint an aphrodesiac.
The truth is
that I pined
for two days after I left,
then went on with my life.
Still, that scrap
comes up early in the morning
as I waken
and my mind walks,
looking for someone to pin it to,
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