Friday, April 18, 2025

the memory of you is like gum stuck to my shoe

the memory of you
is exactly
like this pinkish grey
gum
stuck to the bottom
of my shoe.
i scrape at it day after
day,
but it's deep into the tread.
hardened
like old clay.
impossible to completely
gouge away.
maybe it's time
for a new pair.
maybe today is the day.

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