never never land

never never land                                 December 19, 2015
it was the spring of nineteen ninety-nine
and they woke up together every chance they had.
on sunny saturday mornings
watching cartoons with their cereal.

they woke up together every chance they had.
in his arms she knew he wanted her.
watching cartoons with their cereal
two children lost and forgotten.

in his arms she knew he wanted her.
she was fifteen, thin, and forsaken.
two children lost but not yet fully broken.
she baked him a birthday cake.

she was fifteen, thin, and forsaken.
in april he turned twenty
so she baked him a birthday cake
and he sobbed in her arms that afternoon.

in april he turned twenty
he was good to her and she loved him
and he sobbed in her arms that afternoon
an abandoned child growing up.

he loved her and he was good to her
making quesadillas and cocktails
for a hungry child in a colorado winter.
they loved like only the unwanted can.

he made her quesadillas and cocktails
and let her smoke in the bedroom.
they loved like only the unwanted can
desperately, innocently, with nothing to hide or hold back.

he let her smoke in the bedroom
using a mountain dew can to ash in
desperately, innocently, with nothing to hide or hold back.
where did he keep the extra condoms?

using a mountain dew can to ash in
they sat close and she smoked after sex.
where did he keep the extra condoms?
and why can’t i remember that?

they sat close and she smoked after sex
on sunny saturday mornings.
it was the spring of nineteen ninety-nine.
why can’t i forget this?

©Melissa Bendt 2015

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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