To the Goddess of Anticipatory Nostalgia, Thank you
A poem by Zine
For the moments too short to write poems about, much like the rooms, much too small, that we make fit us. For the naps taken in places they shouldn’t (like broken couches and garage roofs.) For the raucous voices of this found family, shared on too many, too late nights.
Lastly for the deep fondness nestled between my ribs. Though I wish the longing for moments I find myself in now would be saved for a future version of myself. For when I dredge up these memories, far in the future, that they may shine with golden sunlight and afternoon heat, like honey, enough to get sick on.











