Xanadu
 

She sat in the backseat of the car staring out the sunroof. Between mumbles, she finds “moon,” gently. Moon? Moon, she said moon! She said her first word and now put a name to the floating swiss cheese in the sky. It was her guiding light and it would watch over her wherever she went. She will never buy a car without a moonroof. Her children will forever have the choice to look through it. Maybe one of them will connect with moon— Maybe even think it is a chunk of cheese that

How delicate were your curls Twisting like a whisper in the wind. How soft were your knees Never bruised or scraped with the scratch of rug. Your eyelashes, They flustered. Your head much too big for your body Weighed you down like a stone. How delicate were those curls, How delicate. Where are those curls now? Ironed down by the heat— Stripped by the tug of the brush. Do you miss them, the curls of course? The way they bounced when you stumbled, The way they framed your soft

I don't love the way we used to love anymore So i untwisted you from my blood red arteries, Disconnecting you from the intricate passage to my heart. But sometimes i remember your Infatuation with the leaves And how you breathed green in Whenever possible And how juniper flowed from each step you took And it's then that my heart stops. Now, broken branches block access To lanes we used to frequent. Context becomes convoluted Cluttering our old ecosystem. But when feelings fad

They say forgetting is like a white cloud. Your ideas and memories only hidden behind it. They say forgetting is like trying to read without your glasses— where you just can’t quite make out the words. They say forgetting is simply a momentary lapse. But in my eyes— A grotesque manifestation of guilt and shame. Forgetting is like crashing into a brick wall— Ideas flung off in every direction, like a drunk driver without a seatbelt. Forgetting is like turning on the bathroom l