IT’S THE CEMETERIES YOU DIDN’T LIKE Emily Mendez
I t w as a p h o t o g r ap h n ev er t ak en , t h at s et y o u off a s c ar n ev er f o r m ed a f r ien d n ev er m ade butterflies in your stomach, never flown. t hit you inconspicuously, but fre uently, asserted its presence. ike a song you didn t know the words to, a turn you didn t remember to take, or a middle of the night terror that no memory consoled. t s the cemeteries you didn t like, the family reunions, the communions. nd sitting on your lawn not really alone, but you sure as hell felt like it y o u t h o u g h t to y o u r s e lf, hich folly is more consuming to regret, or not to remember at all
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