Tagged: memory

we were at six flags

we were at six flags
that first summer. you tied me to
the flag pole and walked

away. i still feel like that
kid, inextricably bound
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: summer

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there are levels

there are levels
to these patterns
the human brain
sears onto a go-to
memory card
the image of
young urban
thing standing
in front of
establishment
with
the word trouble
i am asking you to
flip through several
cards down for
the one that is
grayer, with patterns
more painful
to access,
those invisible
interlocking systems
.
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i tuck memories

i tuck memories
into each corner of these
city streets – cross, do

not cross, pivot, turn around –
messages from another me
.
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one day, our memories

one day, our memories
will no longer spark – you will
be left holding the

flint, and i will be steel, tired
of matching wits, igniting
.
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step by step, we will

here we are, feeling

here we are, feeling
foreign again –
the door you
can breeze
through is closed
to me. research
shows that
walking through
a doorway makes
one forget. i’m
not expecting you
to remember,
to buck science
.
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between here and there