17 lines
I took your memory for a drive
it sat in the back this time
the street lights felt like end credits
I’ve read every line
the sand stuck in the creases of the seats
jumped, bounced
until my hand stung.
I’d fussed when you climbed on
salt and water dripping from your hair
new freckles mapping out your cheeks
just relax, I’ll help you clean up
but there was more sand
in my bedsheets, in my carpet
I fixed on the tiny grains
the ones that bounced out
the day they all come off
I’ll drop your memory off at the peer.
Val Writes 