Rachel Tanner- A Poem

“Nostalgia”

Fucking him was high school. Nostalgia. Memories of things I’d

forgotten even happened. He smelled like homeroom and smiled like

sunshine at lunch break. It was alluring in its innocence and hospitality.

It welcomed me in, more than just temporary. I ripped

off my visitor’s pass and I was home again.

I hadn’t seen him since graduation eight years ago but he looked

exactly

the

same;

I wonder if I’d changed.

Did I change his view of high school in retrospect?

His facial hair reminded me of sitting in my car before and after class.

When we first started undressing, I was anxious like

trying to find something to wear on the first day of classes.

Afterwards, as I tried to calm my hair down,

make it do as I wanted, behave like

the grown up I wanted to prove to him I had surely become,

I was once again primping my hair in my locker.

Fucking him was high school.
Nostalgia.
Memories of things I’d forgotten even happened. 

Bio: Rachel is a graduate student in Alabama who is a future English and writing professor. You can find a lot of scrunchies in her apartment. Feel free to follow her on Twitter at @rickit and view her website at flutedcups.tumblr.com.