Fickle memory

15 lines

I returned

full of little cuts on my body

somehow they felt

more than superficial.

Leave me with a pillow

I’ll pretend this is my comfort zone.

I keep refraining

from picking up shells,

so pretty but I’ll forget

the days and places

I said they’d commemorate.

Fickle memory.

I swallow sea water like it’s beer

and the breeze makes me shake

I’m drunk on sunshine and unresolved conflict.