Recollection

By: Madison Reid

I.

My angels are nosy –

– lithe bodies/prayer hair/cells of botanist’s terms –

“Did we bury him beneath a Quercus or Acer or maybe another?”

II.

I dreamed   a drawer held all   I’ve lost.

Snow globes / long sleeves, velvet memories, baby teeth.

III.    

(Days misplaced mount wings – paint heart shade, heart shape)