mine to be mined

Trinity Garlick

Cascaded out of the ether 

Looking back at my fetal childhood

It pulsates, clearer 

With a spherical glow 

The core matched my murky brown eyes

Deep and slow 

Back then 

You came in a flash 

Vibrant, violent 

A lightyear had passed 

Playing tag 

But I didn’t ask 

Was it a lie? 

Maybe we brushed hands 

Instead of saying goodbye 

My mouth opened 

Applesauce residue 

Sweet but dull 

You never knew 

In gym, chatter popped loudly 

Even laughter 

Before me 

The brown pulp builded up 

Inside my mind 

Pressure begging me to realize

Why you preferred the “never”

The end

The maybe

She told me you wanted kids 

Something borrowed 

But blue 

Were the tiles beneath us 

The white would’ve glistened 

Like the magazine I borrowed 

With creases I saw through 

But the future me decayed 

Her eyes glazed over repeatedly

Within the haze she dreamed 

Rewrote, deleted, deceived 

An ideal that crumbled 

The bed she made 

Dressed with a quilt 

Each piece matted it down 

She could wake 

Shake up the stilts 

The glaze made her tears 

Taste shallow 

Part of the substance had that sweetness

But still she swallowed