from:  tanim.ocean@gmail.com
to:  foreveryourghost@gmail.com
subject:  In Passing


I felt you today, like a dream only more elusive. The wind blew past me, muggy and warm, and suddenly we were in a confessional, tucked away and claustrophobic. And you whispered to me through the wooden slats, “Priest, tell me your sins.”

It was like a memory, but I have no recollection of it. And yet it felt so familiar.



from:  foreveryourghost@gmail.com
to:  tanim.ocean@gmail.com
subject:  Re: In Passing

That’s because it is a blood memory, a bone memory. Your mind has forgotten it but your body and spirit remember.



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