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Memory in Motion by Alisha Britnell

I spilled nostalgia everywhere.

It ran into the cracks and crevices—The little pores of life

were lled by the pieces

that your ngers can’t quite reach.We are nothing more than

tight spaces that ngers

can’t dig into,

lling up with memories;

crumbs of the past wedged

into tiny corners,

packed hard and fast against

the sharp nails of life

that want to dig us out

until nothing remains

but an empty shell.

Resistant nostalgia clings, gumming up the cogs

of a clean ending—

tickling the edges

of an empty room,

begging it to be

full.