Tag: memory
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Streamers
caught up in the stream of things the streamers I made as a 10-year-old still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them a long ago place never touched and now a new place that takes me back to when I was 21 and how much I couldn’t enjoy my life then
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what he did
he did what he did but I still think of him fondly when I opened the door I took his breath away something most unexpected something so surprising even to him to the both of us
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Child
just over two hours left before I am no longer a child officially I have no memory besides this moment an undisclosed amount of time before I am no longer a child symbolically The past and present go deep and I do not want to dive in on the side afraid always…
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