Elements

Updated: Mar 5, 2019

By: Liane Engstrom





I wonder how he’s doing


I saw the beauty and the

strangeness of the

west coast


A screen the size of a mountainside. Bigger

then my memories. bigger

then whats left.


Big hazel eyes.



We are inevitable

inevitably

fucked.



The trail-blazer of the dark

bright regions

of my heart


Sweetened coffee

under a hazelnut tree


The missing

things

memory reprieves you

from


The ticket stubs


the sounds

of a crowded venue

as a song comes to a

haunting close.


Weathered rocks

in denim pockets. Torn fragments

of our favorite

book.


Glued memories over glue

-d memories

over-glued

memories


under the orange grove

sun lit

earth.

Shining out

from tight inside


us.


Between the sandstone


gaps.




I wonder how he’s doing.





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