Everyone Wants to Make a Statement
by Lisa Zaran
She knew enough to not make a scene.
She knew enough to artistically decline a second,
third, then fourth drink. She can’t remember when
the drinks stopped coming.
She knew she came to age a while ago
with wide eyed wonder, a while ago.
Life, to her, was an oak, tethered forever
to its same spot, its same dank earth, god forbid
an uprooting were to occur. God forbid.
She said a thought moved inside of her.
A thought that mused with attitude, God forbid.
A thought she mistook for a lover she missed.
She can’t remember when her lover stopped coming.
Posted by David Evans
David Evans, Feature Editor