Stories in Circles
I told the story of us, today,
to myself in a store
as I read a short story
and thought about identity.
I told the story of us, today,
to my hands as I tested
lotion just because I
already knew I like it.
I told the story of us, today,
and I left out every good part
except for one night
with many kisses.
I told the story of us, today,
and then, I wound it up
again and put it away.
I am not the girl that
collapses in a hallway
because I am surprised
to see you. I am not or
I never was.