time like wind

Wind whispered memories like linoleum checkered floor and strawberry freckled apron, coriander, colanders, and calls on the curly pastel landline.


the phenomenon of the single baby sock

the sock she pulled off during her nap she never took

is blue.

i remember how it protected her sole

until she decided

it was food.

rest it well, lost somewhere socks go

when they do.