Breadcrumb #595
YVETTE GREEN
What once stood in my memory,
as helium
to lift me
above
the ever painful present,
to remind me of what could have been
and what never was,
to hail that vapor as love,
What once stood,
buckled,
underwent
a physical change,
when the cool conditions
met low humidity and
I could clearly see
that I added
the excess to those old moments.
Because I gave power
to cloudy thoughts,
they took shape,
grew tangled roots,
and threatened to strangle me.
So I had to rescind what I spoke into the atmosphere-
the warm air from my kiss
met his cold shoulder
and I lost all capacity to
hold the vapors of my memories.
I had to manipulate the air pressure
and launch a study into psychrometry.
Now in control,
he became liquid
that I was able to drain from my being.
All that remained was
a foggy glow of condensation.