distracted corrupted 

turned on interrupted

end of the day 

little to say

 

tracing these lines 

helps me 

understand 

exactly who I am

 

I’ve held on to your 

memory

by drawing a spiral 

leading to you

 

kept in place 

with emotional objects

praying they’re not 

moving too soon

 

dreams of intimacies 

I’ve never known

push me 

where I want to go

 

I think I’ve found a place 

now 

where 

memories refuse to linger long