The You that was Me

A challenge thus far 7/2/2025

SOMEONE ELSE’S FUTURE

THE POV MOVING FORWARD HAS BEEN CHALLENGING

FLOATING BOATS — SAILORS HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THE EARTH IS A GLOBE

The You That Was Me
Con/Jur/d, 7/2/2024

The night on the Vast
accompanied by crickets
traffic, waves all those 

HARMONICS

washing around, through

in, out

so quiet we could hear
a neighbor crying, but       when

the lightning struck a block
away                          boom

we barely noticed
deep in the thick, glowing
vines tangling
                and untangling

And we said 

“Switch places?”

And you said you
didn’t want to, but like the
involuntary breath, after  

HOLDING

for too long, probably 
                                  too late

and just like the

NIGHT

slips around the sun 
on solstice, me became we
became you, and sometimes
we still have frag    me nts
of your dreams, catch
your glance from the

mirror
mirror 

asking us 
how we 

like it.

NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU GO — EVENTUALLY YOU’LL GET WHERE YOU STARTED

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 7/2/2024