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Lexington Poetry Month

An Almost Poem


At 19 I almost married someone who sucked the life right out of me. We were going to have a house with an island in the kitchen where I would host my college graduation party and our babies would play out back. We would hear
the wind blow in through the kitchen window, bringing with it their sing-song
voices, telling stories we will never hear. Then I thought I might just move to Chile. After googling their insulin prices and booking a two-week trip there at the beginning of a crazy summer.  

Just two weeks ago I almost got my dream job. Considered moving to New York City or California. Built a tiny house. Became a designer, dietitian
or moved out west to maintain hiking trails.

But I never did

            (Or haven’t yet).  

So far, my almosts never laugh at me.
Instead they just look back with a sly, silly smile
that almost says Thank Goodness,
but instead chooses not to speak.

2 responses to “An Almost Poem”

  1. Shaun Turner says:

    I love this. So deep in story!

  2. A. Taylor says:

    Thank Goodness. Love this.

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