I.
I can’t recall my first kiss.
I suppose it didn’t matter
as much
as it should.
At twenty,
memories like that should be fresh,
clear,
crisp,
complete.
Apparently not.
II.
The floor’s a mess
from random screws
and computer bits
not picked up.
So we sit on chairs,
my feet pulled up,
lips leaning in
for something I hope.
But it’s plastic cups,
and “I need a drink”
so you can turn your back
and sooth the springs
coiling in your nerves.
I’m not patient,
never have been.
So next time you leap,
reaching for water,
I snag a sleeve and tug you back.
Not perfect,
by no scale of judgement.
We bumped faces
more than kissed.
But it helped
cool the jitters
and kept you longer
in your seat.
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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