Sediment
-The sediment of breath rests, still, in the folds; I exhale a scattering of argon, your breath so long ago awakened in me; a warmth insulates my veins finds its way along the curvature of my spine. The next breath is mine, but you; across the restlessness of wind and the folds creased into memory to hide the bits of truth in every moment. Skin quivers underneath the layers: memory, dust, the thin fabric I wear to conceal the rupture; it is still there, after all these years, along with the smallest bits of you which I only imagine, as […]