and i swear i don't remember you by Frankie Sanchezthe same way i don't remember my childhood,
i have only ever seen pictures that link memories,
held together by voids; voids like transparent tape
holding a collage together; like bridges,
framed to hold a story,
let me tell you a thing or two about how bridges work.
how life goes on.
how pictures staple us to memories.
how your smile was merely a paperclip.
how we get haircuts and leave the remnants on the floor.
the same way that i might be the mainland, you're an island
and i have forgotten how to get to you,
where we were once surrounded by oceans of detail,
that's all water under the bridge now, flushed,
and i am not going to swim and i am not going to drown,
i'm just going to structure the canals, construct the bridges,
and fill the voids with flood waters,
because i swear i don't remember you,
even though your scent is reminiscent of burning bridges. 08/29/2007 Author's Note: honest.
Posted on 08/29/2007 Copyright © 2024 Frankie Sanchez
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