I remember--
The first time I heard your voice.
The taste of the air
the color blue on the bus turning the corner.
Minutes before I met you.
The earthy texture of chickpeas dissolving.
Lemons and Kale.
The first taste of your skin on my tongue--
Red beds and hip bones.
A flag in the window smoking hopeful smiles.
The warmth of your palm seconds before I thrust it away.
Lingers still.
I take a dollar and feel lighter than I'd ever felt before.
A slouching figure at the corner, full of surprises
Knowing lips that were once pierced--no longer.
I do not follow direction.
