Two Beers in and Then I Remember
(photo taken by Freedom Club member)
by: Brenda Nieves
When I think of him my stomach tightens and I begin to sweat.
I just don’t know what to do. I thought this was a myth!
brown-eyedn eyed sweetheart is really trying me and it feels like a threat.
Into my heart, you go? Ha. I don’t think so. I’m building a wall 50 ft tall and in width.
Two beers in and then I remember.
It’s crazy how thing fall together. It sucks that I’m leaving in September.
My story started without you and here you are writing yourself in.
I’m sorry love, but I’m not gonna keep you around straglin’
*This piece was published in Shenandoah's Literary Magazine for 2018 Spring*
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