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How I Remember Her


How I Remember Her

I glared that first night as she vaunted perks
And spoke in winding roads; uncouth she pried
About my grade and cut. Around her stride,
I feel as though I’m drunk. I miss her quirks.
The nights we stargaze drag on. I should work.
I see her down the bar, then on my floor.
Embracing tears outside her dawn-lit door,
I waste my time deciphering her smirk.

She trembles when I pet her hair,
She conceals what I have learned to love.
With every fight I lose her brazen flair,
Reveal a girl who claims life’s unfair.
But she’s a worrying one, a single dove,
A dress-up doll that yearns to care.

Featured Image: Louis Jamnot (1814-1892), Le Vol de l’âme


About Author

Michaela Brady's writing has been featured in Psychology Today, The Sarah Lawrence Review, The Oxford Review of Books, The Bright App blog, Streatham Lockdown Diaries and Airplane Reading. In recent years, she has been shortlisted for the Benjamin Franklin House Literary prize, and won first place in the Nature 2020-21 anthology competition for the blog, “Tales for the Ones in Love.” Originally, from NYC, she studied creative writing, media history and psychology at Sarah Lawrence College, and hold an MSc in Social Science of the Internet (Oxon). She is currently a civil servant at DCMS, and an active member of the Oxford Writing Circle.

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