top of page
Writer's pictureZanele Chisholm

Seasonal Thoughts

I remember meeting you in the fall. Time seemed to pass a little slower when we’d hold hands And when we’d talk it’d be hard to stop or find the time to look into each other’s eyes without flinching away or blinking really fast cause you wanna know that this moments real but in the same thought you just sort of hope that something will mess it up so that you can’t And I remember how I’d pretend to be into that game you liked so I could be alone with you so I could watch you flip your hair and imagine what it’d be like to give you goosebumps, to be the goosebumps on your skin, And sometimes when we were laughing your fingertips would brush up against my coat,l as we ran to the subway and in that winter weather I’d wish that I was unclothed so I could be closer to that moment so I could feel what my coat felt so I could feel you.

5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Transformation

A story I'm working on

How to: Hide the Bodies

Burning flesh, crying babies, dead fathers, and missing sisters. Videotapes, and videophones, and media outlets, and and gun laws, and...

In the Poplar Trees

I’ve seamed the flesh of my daughter with ancestors’ cotton. Through her will be the rebirth of grandmother. And of her mother,...

Comments


bottom of page