Do you remember Georgia?
No, not Georgia, the girl
The girl in Georgia?
No, that was a guy in Georgia that night
That time we went to Georgia
to pick up that girl
No, I know that girl’s name wasn’t Georgia
I know she was in Georgia
I know what happened to her was the same thing
that happened to that girl named Georgia
Anyway, I was thinking of Georgia
That girl, the state, and the girl named Georgia
Everything about Georgia
Amber waves, hair, cornfields,
the way pale hands could shake like that
The scent of forest everywhere
How we made all those jokes about peaches
Yes, I do remember that girl nicknamed Peaches,
but we’re not talking about her
We’re talking about
all we’re not supposed to talk about
About that night
down in Georgia
at 3:14 am
And the phone call
you almost didn’t answer
I know, I know
I can’t say her name don’t you see?
We left her behind
And now she’s another
lost and forgotten one
© Jennifer Patino (2017)
* Note: I went with a rewrite today. I’ve spent a few hours doing some editing of last month’s work and outlining my next project, and this poem (and the memories associated with it) stood out to me. I polished it up and decided to share it today since I’m out of spoons and need a break. This poem is about a few different situations involving connected individuals, and conversations that never happened but probably should have.