i remember standing in the sloped down section
of the pool, blue and purple bathing suit,
with hands on my hips. when we raced under
the water i kept my eyes open.
this maze feels all too familiar,
we ate chinese food in the back room of
an empty mall-- i laughed so much.
you forgot.
i thought i remembered the way back,
delighted that my sense of direction
(that doesn't hold up so well in the moment)
had aged gracefully.
it didn't.
i had to walk one more block.
it stumps me where i got so lost in the middle.
there was an orange-banana smoothie in a
crowded airport and a girl with red sneakers
sitting down in a busy hallway.
this time my story is different.
my hair doesn't weigh me down as much,
there are whole chapters i would never have imagined then--
but dammit if these lingering memories don't stop distracting me.
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