I am the strawberry lemonade of sunset and the shock of cold, ocean foam on a humid afternoon. I am glass green rocks, iced over past a winter's tide. I am Orion's belt gleaming over the blueberry plains. I am fresh snowfall, whispering unblemished in the mustard glow of a streetlamp. I am salt tears shed on the shower floor, mascara running. I am sweat and heavy pulse, running uphill. I am dancing alone to disco at the end of the wedding reception. I am curled in the front seat of my mother's car, sleeping in the sun. I am a bubblegum pink cardigan, a white summer dress, canvas sneakers. A lost claddagh ring. A lost heart. Found again.
