Yours for the Taking

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I keep myself busy long enough to not remember the time.

I keep track of minutes best in the mountains
feeling them passing like a rhythm in my mind.

My head is so full
of so many small things I can’t describe
but when I think

of you, I think of riding the bus too far
because you didn’t tell me the stop to get off at

I think of hazed sundown hikes
in trails of packed, dry dirt

where we drank too much
and stumbled back down
through the dark

I never knew the way the mountains held me
until I felt

their absence. Fondness
is just another word
for forgetting

this dirt is not Boulder dirt and I can’t sleep on a soft,
sunken bed. This sunshine
is not Boulder sunshine, but I am happy anyways

I pray to God there is something left of me tomorrow
and whatever it may be,
it is yours
for the taking

Chloe Chinchilla is a poet and nonprofit manager living in Salt Lake City, Utah.

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