Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form
ache, and aching for a time after,
rinse repeat. new muscle, new tear,
new strength.
Distant echoes, remind
the horizon of atomic blasts
decades ago. The air, everything,
changed forever. Date, dated, dating
past, present, future, meticulously
counted.
Mind and memory,
can I forget myself
in the smoke, a thought bends
like light through a prism,
no matter what way it turns
it’s always different, my memory
filtering through, grasping to
keep my self separate from
my dreams. Lost.
Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.