momentary mementos?

a weathered wallet and a zapped zipper

packing a paling pickle of a post-it from a past now part plastic

words on its paper, tiny tethers in ink

cursive and cruel each one of them

a stitch to a moment, a stitch to the moment

the one that stretched too thin while it did

blooming only as wide as the smile I became aware of as soon as I became aware enough

still a moment I could pause for. a moment I did pause for

to take note and to smile. to take note that I had smiled.

don’t bruised things keep broken things safer.

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