which is really an observation on the ability of time to bare experience
and leave its garments
stripped of function but always claiming to have clothed the miraculous
once upon a
before time heaved its thick body between gravel to steady our footsteps
so we would learn to wrap cloths of pain around our knees.
What feels like childhood, he said
Is the weight of sweetness hollowing the chest with promises to cement the
gravel in our parched throats
but the sun expanded to crack the
skin on our chests while we dug the earth about to cushion our fall
as he leaned closer with the heat of summer in his words,
you feel like childhood.
I feel naked,
I said as we collided.