What I know

by amy sharp


it was the year that a lot of things stopped making sense
i started running away from some things and into others
like briar patches
sticky honey
tar pits 
the edge of somewhere sharp
all the woods in the world
the smallest corner of your broad heart

little animals told me secrets
& unreliable narrators sang sad songs
i remembered every single dream like a movie
it was the year that i knew nothing and everything all at once

it was a year that started on a common tuesday