Superimpose

Clarity emerges anywhere

but here. Always coming for 

the past, clouding now.

I peel back layered memories 

that Russian doll into new 

layers. I have more time 

to unpack today than in years 

from now. But reckless, I

cup a palm over the fissure.

Pretend I'm not 

what I don't acknowledge.

For warmth, tuck hands 

under seated thighs. wonder

is heat transferred — or 

cold shifted elsewhere