Past versions of me.
The mind is a wondrous thing, creating narratives from nothing, reaching back into the years to pull one tiny nugget of a…
I need to write this poem,
but there is laundry to do, a sink to scrub-
In my mind there are all kinds of worlds
and some are even true
It can start at any moment
Each hour transforms into a new one.
The house is lonely, silent, and shuttered.
I watch him every night
weary, tears at the ready
but he sighs, squares his shoulders
Holding demons at bay
but he knows another fight is coming
I moved from desert sand, the smell of creosote when it rained (I only recently learned the origin of the smell of desert…
there are ideas and notes to myself written
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