Gimmie Poem by anais vionet
Gimmie
Peter's off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva) , he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem:
Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection.
Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like,
into the intoxicating liquor of memory.
The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted.
Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage.
'like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted. Someday to beckon us back, teasingly' - wonderful! - like bright, neon signage
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8/28/2026 6:35:31 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Indeed, memories are advertisements that remind one to hold onto feelings. They hover slightly above one's focal point, ready to be summoned when practicality's gaze wanders.