The Things he Told Me
“Tell me all your secrets” She said.
My parents hate themselves.
My two cats love each other more than any human being.
I had an accident when I was nine
And when I was eleven I pushed my sister on purpose.
I want a white picket fence
I don’t want to be the death of me.
I have never really been in love,
But I promised someone I would love her forever.
“Tell me your truths” she said.
I don’t know what I believe.
I believe in true love.
I don’t believe in god,
but I believe there is magic in the third pew from the alter.
I believe men and women are created equal,
And all men should know how to drive a truck and skin a deer.
There are always bad people.
There are no honest definitions.
“Tell me your story” she said.
I wrote a book once.
No one bought it.
I guess that like all art,
It was a self-portrait.
I grew up right here.
Graduated there, skinnydipped in that water, and had sex on that soil.
I’ve had brown hair and brown eyes my whole life-
Just like my sister’s.
But these seasonal freckles
And that faded suntan
Are really telling my story.
“Tell me who you love” She said.
I love my mom.
She never yells at me anymore
And she looks at me like the man across the hall-
With worry and forgiveness.
I love my sister (I guess)
But she is kind of a slut.
I love my sophomore history teacher-
He once had us color in class.
I learned so much about the world.
“Tell me who loves you” She whispered.
Not the right people.
A girl who wants something impossible from me.
A girl who won’t believe me when I tell her:
“I made it all up” he said.