memory

black like sunshine ripping seams. green and gray infused inside, quiet glances run like wildfire. moving waves, limbic circles, lose those words, crumbling tongue. objects fell out her mouth, rolling on the page. a green painted chair, a little brown haired doll, infinite space in a sentence. transparent asterality screaming fishes no. light. what is armor like your face? here are my fences painted gray... and orange.

they weirded me like i fell backwards out of a pyramid and landed at your feet. little girl, try again. little girl, try again. what is a thread but not a knot? intersections all forgotten tell me a story about cold sunny mornings on brick and finding corners everywhere. and underneath behind around out for miles through the air scattering a picture of another one inside dreaming of secret places uninhabited until tomorrow when the world ends. curdling - i always thought it didnt count, i knew it didnt hold the answer, and obscured the question. yellow, regained. black, embraced. friends, in secret places, children hiding just for fun.

stay here and feed me words.
not my voice, not my hands, what i see behind my eyes.
complex shields inside? outside? meticulously assembled, as otherOTHERotHERRR
whirlwinds aside inside pure movement and memory.

please know confusion, with certainty.
smiles expand and fill the room like cars on fire.
trees are statues for my leavings.