Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Gina

> I thought of you
> about nine years ago
> or more
> for a minute or two.

> Is it because
> after 15 years
> (and now what is it, 19?)
> the ghosts of the past
> still exist.

> When I'm sitting here thinking
> when I'm all alone.

> I was living
> in a speed nightmare
> drinking wine
> so I could go to sleep.
> Walking around
> by the pine trees.

> Looking around
> in God's little world.
> These things
> took some time
> like the erosion of a stone.

> There was the last day
> of German class
> and walking.
> And what you told me
> about your father
> and what he had done in the war.

> You said you would forgive me
> for what I said
> but you never did.

> You rubbed my chest
> with menthol.
> That seemed
> to really help.
> That
> and your tuna fish kiss.

> You wore that
> fundamentalist dress
> it was thick green wool
> and sometimes brown.

> You looked like
> an imitation Aryan gypsy
> wearing your
> little brown fern style belt
> and copper braces.

> I still can remember
> all of your faces.

> -Will Dockery

> ----
> From the Shadowville mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/09/gina.html

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