Ancient History

what else to do when whichever way I cross it

I can’t get you off my mind

and the smoke billows

in the room

where you once

taught me how to play

darts for the first time

with paint filled condoms

thinking we’d rob the fairstand

of every prize with practice

and we still never made it.

Got lost in you for decades instead and you never once took me to the fair,

thinking I deserved the seasonal festival.

it took a school bus

and one seat behind you rode with me every time.

secret lover.

long distance friend

by mere

badger weasel scent detection

techniques.

how uncanny.

‘”I can smell it –

but I never had your number,

only pen names.