Example 3. Something about the orange peel scented sunlight ties me back into a single point of consciousness. This first vivid remembrance of citrus-based time travel is in Florida.
Casique
frigid seawater
clings to my abdomen
buoys my small hands
rigid in anticipation
my stomach churns
orange juice, toast,
acrid adrenaline
stripping off fear
like a wetsuit
her gray bottlenose
touches my fingertips
smooth as a hardboiled egg
better than i dreamt it
