Memory

A green caterpillar under a leaf, a frozen basketball, a quilt at the entrance, pot-cooked udon. When was it?

A closet in an abandoned ruin with a missing bottom. A bag full of fiddleheads. An empty classroom in the early morning. A pink and navy scarf. It feels like yesterday.

A knee scar like an apricot, a bottle of Dr. Pepper, a tire swing, the deep purple sky at 17:23. Still there, even now.