Dust To Dust
By Guest Author Vol Lindsey 07/18/2019 I have said before that my brain has a mind of its own, and I had no reason to lie. But there you were with all that mass confusion pressed into my chest so I could hear for myself the drum of your beat. There you were with a white teeth smile and spotlight eyes looking right through me, holding judgment in your fist but not saying a word. So I’ve waited a long time for the dust to settle into the gyri where your memory hangs out these days with the flowers that are the ashes you left behind to give me one more thing to think about.