cold
you think you forget
how you ever knew how–
so much really is like riding a bike,
memories in your fingers
embedded in your nose
rooted down to your toes, all twenty-six bones.
the smell of home,
of that spring,
of necks,
then that one familiar neck
reminds you what it's like
to begin again.
of that spring,
of necks,
then that one familiar neck
reminds you what it's like
to begin again.