Whitewashed and faded, as memories often are
You stand next to my father outside a house
I do not recognize, with people I’ve never met
A denim miniskirt hugs your hips, your fingers laced
Around a can of cheap beer. You’re smiling.
I trace the arch of your eyebrows, the curve of your lips
And imagine I were with you in this pastel world
Where everything is just a little too bright.
Shannon Montgomery is a fourth-year English major with minors in Creative Writing and Women’s & Gender Studies. SM916394@wcupa.edu