the moment we had silently felt the center of each other
january 2020

been thinking abt places where i love and have loved, how i remember them, how sometimes the capacity to feel does seem impossible not for lack of trying as if i were floating through everything, the pleasant surprise when i do get stuck, the subsequent brevity of alignment, cognitive deficits, traces of an instance, the adapted fragmentation, lithifying and becoming a feature, its evaporation, a sense of wholeness, a sense of nothingness, attempting to memorialize these things in a way i think i know how.