he interrupted my story about my dead lover,
told me to forget about her.
I stopped right there with my tongue
about to lash him into a million little pieces
but instead I remained quiet, with one arm
hanging by my side, my fist shaking
in yet another imaginary fight
when she holds my fist back
as I try to breathe, breathe, breathe
in order to forget the love she left behind
with me in a world where people tell me
I don't even know what love is.
Kevin Ridgeway is the author of Too Young to Know (Stubborn Mule Press) and nine chapbooks of poetry including Grandma Goes to Rehab (Analog Submission Press, UK). His work can recently be found in Slipstream, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Sheila Na Gig, Plainsongs, San Pedro River Review, The Cape Rock, Trailer Park Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Into the Void, Cultural Weekly and The American Journal of Poetry, among others. He lives and writes in Long Beach, CA.