Similar to the first cold day of the year, when you grab a coat you haven't worn in a while and put your hands in the pockets, and find a piece of receipt, a used tissue, caramel wrapper, and a band-aid, also used. And not being able to recognize who these fragments belong to.
It is disorienting when one loses their sense of continuity. It is gutting when one cannot reason with their actions.
When reality slipped, such fragments became tangible comforts. Material had memory, in how a tissue soaked, in how an envelope scuffed. It rendered progression.
It is disorienting when one loses their sense of continuity. It is gutting when one cannot reason with their actions.
When reality slipped, such fragments became tangible comforts. Material had memory, in how a tissue soaked, in how an envelope scuffed. It rendered progression.
still grassy field – accelerates
bicycle intrude35 miles per hour
56 kilometers per hour
glass cups atop of fridge
landscape, crease
newsprint
burst dulled sense, lukewarm ensue
knife with the blue handle
shudder
bush-like florets bundled
quietly dried while they await
deployed into forest
paper tape with serrated end
cardboard bend, economical
first-aid’s deceivingly mere steps
clean – cover – secure
this bread was a loaf but now’s a brick
I assumed fatigue
bicycle intrude
56 kilometers per hour
glass cups atop of fridge
landscape, crease
newsprint
burst dulled sense, lukewarm ensue
knife with the blue handle
shudder
bush-like florets bundled
quietly dried while they await
deployed into forest
paper tape with serrated end
cardboard bend, economical
first-aid’s deceivingly mere steps
clean – cover – secure
this bread was a loaf but now’s a brick
I assumed fatigue