***
I saw Sliptide again.
Touched her tail
like skin-to-skin contact
would tell me
what she’d think of me
if I somehow released memories
into her.
But she just spun
and snapped at my hand
so I fled.
I guess
my life’s
short compared to hers,
the trees too,
so maybe
when the one of us
holding her memories
dies
she’ll get them back
just fine
well before
her lover wakes
from the astral realm.
If that’s even how
eaten memories work;
I don’t think
anyone’s ever studied that.
Jordyn Saelor 