time / memory
Time:
A body moves within
its shell,
squeezing through the uneven cracks
of each shattered frame, forcefully
morphing, refracting,
losing skin— black, blue, black,
blue, red.
Memory:
A mosaic— fragmented shards
of my body and everything else I have
collected from the street,
a jagged painting of
receipts and
film rolls pieced together with
tacky glue, still
showering the ground with color in the morning, but
empty of beauty at night.