• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 12

Unreliable narrator

funny what you remember
how your head reshuffles the deck

it wasn’t a boa draped around your neck
I just wished for snakes
and there you were
all long and loose limbed supple
I remembered you in part
left out the bits I didn’t care for
turned out that was the most of you
I gave you credit for a wealth of good stuff
that I stole from somewhere
such a lot of someone elses
many who I’d never even met

when I think of you
my memory’s a serial killer’s cellar
Frankensteining bits of you together