nostalgia

stumbling in fields of elsewhere

makes me suspiciously

sated, 

stubborn,

and sad.

cattle

grazing memories

of what was

and all that could’ve been...

latent lies lauded like they were lived
…lovely.

someone once said my memory's crap –

boo.

moo.

i was grass-fed goodness at some point…

100% biodegradable bullshit.

chew that cud.