Daily Cascade

The Girl Can’t Help Herself

Prompt:
Begin your entry with---The girl can't help herself.
It's your blog, have fun writing a short story or a poem or just a rant.

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The Girl Can’t Help Herself

The girl can’t help herself,
although she knows nostalgia lies
she hoards old summers like contraband
and ticket stubs, cassettes, letters of his
the smell of rain on her borrowed jacket

and then, she rants at time for moving on
without her, for sanding down the edges
of faces she loved, and especially one,
and for turning payphones into fossils
and promises into museum glass

since her every memory argues back, loud,
unfinished, aching to be right here, and still,
she shouts his name like truth, her truth
no artificial intelligence can understand
because the girl can't help herself.