in half motion
you latch on
to these moments, these images,
as they race in your head,
as they take tight turns,
as a force like gravity pulls and pulls you away.
you find yourself empty save the quiet conversations and the warm silence. the moments that make you you. but how ‘bout I move them?
how ‘bout i reorganize the pantry,
pull the back towards the front,
pour it all out?
how ‘bout when you feel those candlewarm memories
in your stainless vaccum
you feel them.
you feel the road, the car
you feel the moment, the memory
into the fog.