ripple

yes, i know. it’s alright. i grew into a fish. swimming back and forth in my own juices, my memory slips for seconds. honeyed breath. we’re not together now. it’s alright. my back aches. i didn’t answer the phone last night. is that my own hand grabbing me? this moment will twist into itself. rolling in blankets to keep warm. my face buried deep in the pillow, sweetened by his scent. i release. it’s alright.