On Memory

How do you know what will become a memory? A single moment, sitting at the corner seat of a wooden table in the downstairs classroom of library, your papers spread across the desk, handwriting liquid and frantic. How do you know that in six months you will still remember this?

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Trying to Move On

He has blue eyes and blonde hair.
She always dreamed of this, of the perfect moment,
of someone new slipping into her life like a sunkissed angel.

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Those Easy Moments

Your favorite memory is a Thursday night, three forty-two in the morning when he reaches for you. It’s a lazy arm, heavy with sleep. It leans over your shoulder where you lay on your side, back curled up against his chest. This arm falls sleepily across your body, and he subconsciously pulls you closer. You…

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What We Carry

Look me in the eyes again. Tell me anything, the summer breeze blowing through those white blinds, the sausage and onion pizza you had for dinner last night, that you’re scared of spiders.

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