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Sep 2018
A story about the here and now
Can’t be seen in lost and found
Almost like neat and delicate abandoned shreds of paper
Like the uneven ridges of the ghostly bleached white coral reefs
Or the brain juices between the cracks
I can’t compete with time
So turn tail and run
As time ages cheese
And as I grow older
And as my mother grow older
And as my grandparents grow older, under foot
I’m talking about the taboo of me
The taboo of you and me having ***,
without meeting the parents
Without foresight of the complicated future extinction of the
             human race
The lucid dreams,
I keep having only not to remember
The next day or the same night
This is a piece from a much longer poem called "Plenty Words." It's about fighting with time.
Tamara Walker
Written by
Tamara Walker  30/F/Florida
(30/F/Florida)   
  655
     Edmund black and Avi
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