Drove through fog to boyhood home; found it unchanged. Yet recognized nothing.
feign sympathy, black-feathered.
Quietly they pick memory clean of scraps,
the ravens, ravenous.
Scream into the throat.
Pound the headache back.
Murder you your ghosts.
Remove yourself your lack.
Her breath in soft plumes froze and glittered.
Snow to eyelash bound.
Danced on ice, fearing not its breaking;
awoke ourselves to winter.
Filled lungs halfway,
stopped expansions and contractions,
lived in that stable moment for a long time.
New photos, digital, will never fade; and in our perfection of memory we come to forget what memory is.
What % of the world’s total cat population is “lost”? Hard to get a precise statistic on lost things. Often, you don’t even know they are.
Drops refuse themselves and hang instead suspended:
Coalescing sigh escapes her;
born & borne by pregnancy of vapor.
The Philosopher’s War (2018-2027) was started by cognitive dissidents. (Resulted in detente due to cognitive diffidence).
There is no difference between as if and as though, but there is a difference between even if and even though: uncertainty and certainty.