flipping through this old photo album, I
came across the picture of my old monte
carlo backdropping some gorgeous blonde girl,
almost a woman, in a fringed bikini.
I have no memory of this girl. some vague
familiarity stirs, and a distant
association to the name melissa—
her little sister’s friend?—but the girl’s name
shies from grasp, eel slippery and quick to jet
from the light of contemplation . . . was she
a love interest? ah, but no, a player
of heart and head games . . . yes, now I recall
she got pregnant by a handsome black man
a few years older than me . . . then vanished.
David M Pitchford
20 Nov 2011