a day early
Google told me tricks about the slime on their surface
that was a tale of that tell and now
the bin is more full than the fridge
I slept with a nostalgic sadness over me
a blanket of old memories like a fragmented movie screen
replaying the tracks that tug at my gutt and make my heart thud heavier as
if anchoring it into all of what was once happiness, and only bringing back the bitter of
Of light and shadow and happiness, pain. Or love, and hate. These are but two sides of the same coin.
And these are all coin tricks, these distilled memories that collectively sieve through almost as the anti-remedy of healing
we are all coin magicians, sifting through our moments and organizing our memories in feelings
revealing only the good parts and the taken-for-granted moments. I wish. I wish. I wish. I could pause and select and keep forever the best parts of it.
Now again the water is over my head and the thuddud of this heart is sinking, and so I must keep swimming
swim past the memories into the present now;
it is time to make new memories.