For Athena,
Daughter of the Pearl,
Nectarines with a tinge of nepotism
Death by stasis
A lychee martini,
A wheel of Brie,
Cross stitched denim with a need to please
I remember being fourteen,
Middle parted hair,
Inexplicable growths
Up and down my arms
I remember Chester, and Molly
And these schoolyard games,
Where we measured
Who could stick their tongues the farthest
I remember Molly
And her clementine charm
Bracelets stamped with
Repercussions
Her father called her names,
On Saturdays and weekdays
Sunday’s remained
Reserved to the Lord
I remember Chester,
Splintered wrist, cabbage patch kids
Leather studded jacket
A smoldering look he reserved
Only for the girls
I remember his possessions
Me, included
For everything in the world, he owned
But in the end, he valued nothing
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