I awakened chilly and viscous as we speak
recollections feeling by way of the darkish to gorge on marionberries
solely often bumping into one another or the hinds of snuffling wildebeest
it is a wild sport on the market
once they emerge from darkness
whether or not by waking or being hooked on another person’s line
they grow to be fairly one other creature
shimmering scales exchange luscious brown fur
tentative brown eyes give solution to deep blue swimming pools of certainty
that imprint, that prize, that loss
you swore you’d maintain eternally
effectively, that, too, has modified
and slimy scales of moonlight
the place the sunshine peeks by way of
there’s not a shade of fact?
it is the place the place misplaced recollections go
and fact turned the thorn
I went to the place of misplaced recollections
the way it all appears so essential
the deadlines and plans made excellent
however then the wind picks up,
desires and outdated wrappers whip by way of air
till one massive whoosh later
in the identical outdated, usual
however I like the way in which the solar melts
when the butter hits my toast
so I enable myself the choice
that it is time to hit the highway
A poem by Amber Byers, 2025
