Poem 72 – Memories Triggered in Linen

Memories Triggered in Linen

teal linen card stock square
I find in the bread basket
among the cement-hard crumbs
broken plastic date tags 
moldy bread blanketed in
a furry shade of green

naked in bathroom
hand-written on the paper
I crumple before I remember
what moments are held
in the words

I open the card
re-open the wound
feel it seep into my palm

that day in the bathroom with no door

me naked in the tub
the man walking up the stairs
door frame naked
me naked
me twelve
him    a grown up a stranger

this poem 
exposed &
falling
apart
like I was
like I did 

keep the card stock
tuck it in a journal
re-bury the memory
in my graveyard 
of childhood trauma

wonder why this message
in the bread basket arrived
on the soft blue morning 
of this day 

why teal? why linen?
why no door?