always present, but often hidden; they
like to play games, it seems. they slip
through the mind like coins into
a slot; clink
clink
clink
until they vanish,
close enough to taste without ever truly
touching. they rattle around the walls of
the mind, tickling the brain the way pencils
scratch paper as you write
in a vain attempt to avoid
forgetting.
they are bittersweet (like chocolate… no, not
like chocolate, but—now it’s
gone) recollections; once you think
a thought it is different,
changed,
morphed like memories of a memory, reflection
of my mind. maybe that
is why they are so hard to hold
onto.
About the Creator
Katherine J. Zumpano
writer 🖌️ reader 📖 pnw 🌲
wwu alum 🎓
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pieces in southchild lit, jeopardy mag & more
social media: @kjzwrites
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