The smell of cigarettes

Cheap motels and ice cream cones

Public pools and summer-long blisters 

Carnival rides one screw from breaking and hair dye stained towels

Uncomfortable shoes and that extraordinary breeze that comes and goes 

My grandfather.

A couple drops of rain while the fireworks begin 

The ones you love. The ones that love you. The overlap of those two statements– the magic

Half chipped nail polish and feathers in my hair

These are the ones that remain

These are the ones that exist

They are mine

All mine.

Published by Michelle Doyle