We were taught
as a kid
to always look
ahead and around
when we
cross roads
but never about
looking back
which perhaps
explains why
we wound up
forgetting what
cost us to be
where we are now,
or meeting the
wrong person
at the other side—
we never look back
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PuisiI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
