words by dominic riccitello

i etch you on sidewalks
hot tar on pavement
we bend with desire
moments on benches
in parks i long to remember
grass among my feet
the way the wind paints you in memory

we decipher moments in longing
to find details in our desires
we etch and paint
we fill voids to create normalcy
dirt on pavement
crippling memories

i fade into thought
die to find time in evergreen
the grass is always free
across pavement
burning into ideas
wading into triumph

i still feel your name around 4am
moon yearning but not fearing
to call forth for or to stand adjacent
you live with one life
to fade into memory
or burn into what you call this

i can paint you with vibrations
braille on the tip of my fingers
we grasp in the in-between
atoms in the universe lead us here

time is what you make it
sadness is how you treat it
bittersweet is how it’s painted
you still love in the ether
time exists in all versions
from ’91 to ’25

we exist in the past
parallel versions in each others minds
i ask you to ask yourself
do you flip the dime
heads or tails?

heads is how you hold it
tails is how you treat it
both exist simultaneously

do photos still exist after the memory?

words by dominic riccitello