Poetry
Expecting Nothing
A poem of memories
Published in
2 min readMar 18
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He says, You only remember the bad. What a sad way to live.
My jagged, scarred memories clearer, sharper /
backlit and glowing / like a Cuidado sign on wet floors or
a gator in the morning sun / like the raised hand of
a crossing guard / existing to protect me from the future
with fears from the past / hold me secure like
snug…
