You were wearing a dress, some shade of blue, the first time we met. Perhaps purple. Since it was summer, it was a sundress, I think; I don’t distinguish types. It was not flattering. I later told you you looked chunky.
I didn’t want to date you. The second time you wore a t-shirt and shorts, more fitting for you and me. You were standing in front of a theater, waiting for a group of us to see a movie we would not remember. That was when I knew
we would work. Perhaps. Scientists can cause people to remember wrong road signs. They show them pictures of intersections and ask them wrongly worded questions,
so people see a stop or yield sign where the other actually was. Perhaps you told me about the t-shirt or dress months later, when we used to talk about how and where we met, talked about the jokes you told
me after everyone had left the movie, how sweet tea tastes like dirty water, something Southerners would take issue with. You told them again, six months later, to another young man,
as I stood beside you both, unbelieving. I didn’t laugh, that time. Neither did he. At least, that’s how I remember it.
I’m a Very Good Driver, As Well
We cannot remember everything, our cortexes regularly wiped clean of names and faces, phone numbers and addresses, days
we say we will never forget. We need room for new lives. But it seems I am some sort of idiot
savant of remembering, a Rainman of what once was in my life, so I know I kissed you
one thousand four hundred and twelve times. I told you I love you nine hundred eighty-six, and you said you wanted
to walk away six different ways on twelve different days. And you did once, while I
counted your steps, past the door you closed behind you until I could no longer hear you: forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight.
-- Kevin Brown is a Professor at Lee University. He has published two books of poetry--A Lexicon of Lost Words(winner of the Violet Reed Haas Prize for Poetry, Snake Nation Press) and Exit Lines(Plain View Press, 2009)--and two chapbooks: Abecedarium(Finishing Line Press, 2011) and Holy Days: Poems (winner of Split Oak Press Chapbook Contest, 2011). He also has a memoir, Another Way: Finding Faith, then Finding It Again(Wipf and Stock, 2012), and a book of scholarship, They Love to Tell the Stories: Five Contemporary Novelists Take on the Gospels(Kennesaw State University Press, 2012). He received his MFA from Murray State University.