I heard it was you; talkin ‘bout a world where all is free
The wind was a black howl
your dress faded blue
the sky turned Northern Lights green
& that’s not what I remember.
Close the door; your mother will hear us
unwind the world like a ball of string
dig dig dig deeper through wet clay
& that’s not what I remember.
My heart beat blood into my ears & the fear
want & lust & beauty
desire was our last resort
& that’s not what I remember.
You cut your finger, bled on my shirt
the devil was right behind us
your whisper drowned the rain
& that’s not what I remember.
We were in love
then not
the pain was halved
& that’s not what I remember.
Alex Stolis has had poems published in numerous journals. His chapbook, Postcards from the Knife-Thrower’s Wife, was released by Louisiana Literature Press in 2024, RIP Winston Smith from Alien Buddha Press 2024, and The Hum of Geometry; The Music of Spheres, 2024 by Bottlecap Press. He lives in Hudson Valley New York with his partner, poet Catherine Arra.
