Time Travel

I rub between my fingers

A story, a smell climbs

Out of it. A memory

That I forgot to crush

Crushes me now.

I am sucker-punched

Back in time to a place

I thought I had deleted

But fingers and smells

And I, betray myself.

But you should see

The grooves my heels

Create, and my nails rip through

The fabric of time. I resist

The burden, I refuse to go back.

The only time I carry is now.