Something
written by: Chris Callard
Something I saw worth recalling,
something struck, something in the way it moved.
No clue what I had for lunch,
forget names and whole days,
Mishmash happenstance.
But something lodged that I liked.
I know who I love, they fill my mind hourly.
Adore peanut butter and mayo on toast,
a taste passed down by my dad.
So much, much fleeting, spied all the time,
everything appears here and there, it does,
a warm everywhere that comes and goes.
We know, remember, blank out,
and hold even the air so tightly.
Chris Callard lives in Long Beach, CA. His poems have appeared in Spillwords, Beach Chair Press, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, Micromance, The Writing Disorder, Ariel Chart, Witcraft, Cadence Collective, and One Sentence Poems. His short fiction in 10 by 10 Flash Fiction Stories, Maudlin House, Friday Flash Fiction, Bright Flash Literary Review, Witcraft, Ariel Chart, Gemini Magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, A Story in 100 Words, and ZZyZxWriterZ. His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best Small Fictions.
