Time

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slippery memories drape
          sheet-like over furniture,

          create sticky mausoleums
out of half-chewed pencils

and worn-once onesies.
          rosy rearview Past leeches

Time and Space

I carry time like a tune in my head
A murmuring metronome of which I’m unaware –
But once,Under deep anesthetic
It grew silent
And I awoke not knowing
Quite what day it was.

        I am a girl of many things;
        I am a girl of sorrows;
        I am a girl of laughs,
        but most of all, I am a girl of curiosity.

I am curious of the world around me, of the world I live in.
I wonder how my younger brother will be when he grows up;