I’m not that girl

Posted byRhonda Lee RichouxPosted inPoetryTags:,

I’m not that girl you knew, you know.

You know I’m not that girl.

The dust of the enchanted miles

sticks in my throat, muddy,

and stifles words I might regret.

You hang on to my memory

like a rosary, marking each layer

with a reverent rub of the thumb.

Repeating

Repeating

Repeating

prayers never answered.

I’m not that girl you knew.

And I know

you’re not that boy,

that beautiful

mystical gypsy

I sharpened my teeth on

and left there on the road

one Spring.

© 2006 rhonda lee richoux

to MLH

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

2 thoughts on “I’m not that girl”

  1. Okay, I don’t know exactly were I am on your site. (Notice I preface most of my remarks to you with how illiterate I am in the web world.) But I’m glad to have arrived. This poem speaks to a history I’m still trying to catch up with you on. I feel like my life since we last met has been “Cinderellad” compared to your experiences. I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

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  2. This was to Michael Hanus, the Michael I was with when you and I met! He and I have been keeping in touch sporadically. Turns out he’s a very kind person as a friend. At some point, I was afraid he was only thinking of me as I was back then, and not allowing himself to know me as I am. I still count him as a loved one, though, and I will always wish him well!

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