Life Line

I trace the line back to my birthday at ten
In a backyard that was surreal and green
Filled with mosquitos and fences and memories
Of ghost stories told on the swing set at night
When we’d stare into the woods and
Imagine eternity
Time jumps back and forth between now and then
Between here and there
Memories that feel so spherical
It’s a smell
The feel of the damp grass mildewing against
My bare toes on a humid
Summer night when the trees shift inaudibly
And I wonder about the timeline
Of my life

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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