That cedar chest memory
of a back-dropped curtain
that covers a window
in a dimly lit room
slightly tinted red
from the tassels on the shades.
So as he tries to crawl inside
someone always pulls him away
from that reoccurring dream.
While the memory I carry
is much less morbid, it's still
nonetheless
embedded in my history.
A yellow kitchen set
on a rainy summer day
that caught my eye in such a way
that someone had to do the same.
