Some Collect Shoes
His name was Steven and we were eight.
He kissed me in my basement.
I dreamed of us having a new washer
and dryer and yellow babies.
Keith was sixteen. I wrote Mrs. C-
over and over in my notebook.
He took me on my first date.
Underneath a table, on a floor
he broke my heart.
Paul was the Monkey in Chinese Zodiac.
A ravenous lover with lean muscles
and the stamina of a man ten years his junior.
He drove me mad and left me spent.
Willi was my senior. A gentleman who bought
me flowers just because. Took me to real jazz
concerts and catered to my every whim. But
I didn't love him.
List all of your old flames. Try to go back as far as your first kiss in the 2nd grade coat closet. Sit with your list. Depending on your mood today, choose the flame with the most sparks, or pin the list on the wall and throw a dart. Whatever your method or mood, write a poem about an old flame.