“I remembered a story” by Sasha in her bed

Friday November 15, 2019
9:41pm
5 minutes
From a quote by Laurens van der Post

I remembered a story
swept in a smile
wrapped in a burlap sack
I remembered how the world
was born of a bang and a rising
steam and a roar opening the cosmos
to this very reality that we
have the audacity to question
that we tempt like a sailor docked for
one night a month
I remember how things used to smell
new car is actually poison you know
I’m sorry to be the one to tell you
Your nostrils flaring up to the sparks
dancing you towards death
I remember how things were when
we were all playing our part of the charade
sparklers burping nostalgia
Let’s take a walk
Let’s ride our bikes down to the water
Watch the colours come out to play
just for us
I remember a story
that doesn’t have an ending
that isn’t sure if this is the beginning
or the middle
that in being remembered
knows that she is worthy