A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Pettiness I am sabotaged by memory. An internal tantrum is about to descend to cut big in shark bites. To reciprocate the betrayal, I breathe in, breathe out, in deep, long mantra-puffs, and my recall returns like the ivory inlay on a box after a good scrub. What if I find what I tried to remember is of no consequence! |