Jan 25
poem challenge: Taste

Memories

My memories criss cross
Across 
The endless space of my brain.
They’re sticky.
They carry weight.
My memories of the house 
Carry the taste of roasted marshmallows,
Piping hot.
My memories of before
Taste like challah,
golden and soft.
My memories criss cross
Across 
The endless space of my brain.
They taste like home.