memories flow through me the way

i glance at the calendar

i feel like elastic in that

☼

under anesthesia, amid all my amnesia, i dream of tasting colors in a world of synesthesia. red looks like sandstone as it rusts — from marigold to crimson, merlot brick. orange is apricot marmalade and tangerine cider — spiced and fireside. beneath the medicinal spell, i am four years old…