Another one that fell from nowhere. The words just came with no relationship to anything going on at the time. I think I just wanted to write something odd and this is the result. I was surprised when the words finished spilling out that it actually made sense.

 

Brilliant Memories

grasping fiery sunlight,
like naked horseshoe crabs,
we wielded brilliant memories
of nights
and days
and days
and nights
and particles of sand.
we pressed our faces
hard against the wall
and mingled with the paint
and flowed into the carpet
like black strap molasses.
sticky,
like good sex.
so, afterward, we smoked
and drifted on the wind
into an abandoned trailer
and settled slowly,
in a shaft of sunlight,
onto the linoleum.
our memories aren't so brilliant
now.
 

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