Books, Memory, Photographs, Quotes, Time

Memory

Arboretum

“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. They were a only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.”

From Swann’s Way

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Anxiety, Photographs, Poetry from The Well, Time

Caffeine Heart

Richmond

My caffeine heart

is a tantrum-throwing

child in a grocery store. One minute she’s

white teeth and glittery eyes –

the next she’s

kicking her feet against my eardrums. I swear

I give her plenty of air

but on she wails about

Yesterday’s paper cuts,

Tomorrow’s steely clouds,

Today’s loose grip on time.

This girl likes her poison.

I keep it coming.

She keeps it flowing to thoughts

thirsty to live –

thoughts long

overdue to die.

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