the story refolded into straight lines molded around better times and even though we know better this letter won't fit in the mail unless we admit that most of it never happened. funny that as we grapple with constant edits wonder who said it one truth becomes true even though both of us have tried to say it better no one ever stays for all of the credits.
memories
reckoning
not knowing that you turned to face the world means for me that suddenly my seesaw falls, my swing slows, you win some i lose some. and its obvious in the space of others or embrace of others, this schooling on sharing will be my undoing. at the other tipped end of the balance in a trance i tumble into that place and never hit bottom.