I never knew car doors could close in on me, never knew I’d one day look with all my strength for some form of salvation through the passenger side window, never knew parking lots could turn
my digestive tract, my dinner and my face
away
and have me run the other way.
I never knew so many men wore their hair in the same tightly curled chicano ponytail, never knew I’d notice all the oversize dark gray fit-for-skiing coats parading in the streets come November, never once thought my memory could become such a grand adversary, having me on my knees by the flash-backs, I try to kill it by the bottle by the pill buy a shotgun maybe if I could pinpoint the exact location of that night between the brain cells, then I would.
prose-poetry
Comments
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What an apt description of the pain of a memory and how it clouds all other vision for a time. Great attack on the senses. Very strong.
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its sad in its honesty. but over all i think it came at me in a weird position in my life. i usually think into things very deeply but i havent thought this way. it inspires me to think and i love that
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This is... just gorgeous. Absolutely harrowing though. But incredibly well written. Explosive ending.
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