The Taste of Your Memory

In the moment when my body freezes and mind screams run away, mouth runs bitter, and hands shake, When days later I still jump at a dropped pen cap and crave the smell of tobacco, Nights, when my closest sleep is lying in bed visualizing my eyes shut,  In the suffocating memory of what it … More The Taste of Your Memory


After You

After you I read, “Sometimes when things fall apart they may actually be falling into place,” every day for a year, and waited for it to happen.