The memory of you
feels so real. It glitters there,
in the back of my
neck, filtering through
marrow & veins & flesh that
once felt imprinted
with your scent. It’s what
they call sillage and I have
to believe them, if
only to know you
might still be with me in some
molecular way.
And I think of your
particles filling me up,
lightning bugs waiting
to be captured in
a glass jar & kept until
all the stars burn out.
Cassoday Harder is a twenty-year-old photographer inspired by youth, femininity, and summer. View more of her work on Flickr or visit her website.