The way life used to hurt.
The way every nuance of sensation was white-hot to the touch.
being a living, perpetual explosion
I cradle the memory in my arms,
Singing softly to the past.
Because now, it all evades me.
I’m reclined in a crook of the wavelength
Grasping at the belly of meaning.
I’d curse this numbness, if only I could remember the words.
I used to wish the pain away
Now I wish it hurt.