Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

When I Lean Closer

by Allison Grayhurst


Remember when we were falling,

making hoops in the sky? When intelligence

didn’t matter, only the desire

to be alive? Remember when a different rank

and inequality never blocked a friendship,

when the heart was whole,

and money never shamed us

one way

or another?

Remember the light in our pockets,

the frame of our minds as we lived

in perpetual loneliness, free

but cold?

Remember when guilt could only go so far

to actually change us and a lie was never

stronger than imagination?

Remember our handprints, those handprints

on the wall?