By Tessa A. Adams

And I remember you
in charcoal dreams
and chalky daytime visions.
You become we stacking rocks
Like stacking a deck
Like stacking blocks
Like stacking boxes
One on top of the other
This day, we were light as we’d ever been.
Heads back in laughter.
We carried kings with our lips
and tasted salt diamonds on our tongues.
Even now,
our silhouettes sit
frozen forever,
mouths open.
I blink this image to life,
and I think of how
laughing looks like screaming
when the sound’s turned off.

“I write to get closer to the sublime.” – the writer

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