I see Jupiter in my dreams
and it never made sense
until I knew
he is the god
who remembers
promises.
He comes in the form
of all my shattered pasts
and brings me
memories
I sent away with the tide.
I hold their sharp edges
in my hands.
He knows I did not
fall asleep
to hold them again.
But still,
he keeps returning.
He watches me remember.
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Jordan Parkinson
Author, historian, baker, firm believer that life isn't as complicated as we make it out to be.
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