When the world is strange around me, it is because i am pursing my lips.
The mind can unlearn its tricks, the silver swath, the white shoots that swish out to their same garbage cans. These masteries can be unmastered.
But tonight there is something on top of me, something I can’t get rid of. The strangeness that follows me out to where I am going. These people in my facebook, they have maintained their friendships, I have not. I have one thing to remember, and it is constantly forgotten. I have no hands for holding.
But my heart aches tonight for old faces that i believe stare blankly at me. You can tell when someone has a warm memory of you, and when they don’t.
-Nina Alvarez
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