i can’t remember the last time i caught a firefly
and i don’t know when i stopped calling them
time passes, and the frequency with which i say
“my memory is terrible” is getting worrisome
no one warned me about this part of imbalance.
the tidal gaps of rushing water once a moment
i’m too afraid to talk about how afraid i am.
like maybe if i don’t speak it out loud, it’s
so for now i’ll fill my notebooks and keep my fingers
crossed that photographs take long enough