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Remembering and Forgetting [Poetry]

September 23, 2018

There are things that make her forget

like staring blankly above and towards the wall

searching for a clock to tell time

--358 days of staring at the wall, one would think that at some point she would realize

that the digits stamping time are now ashes

 

There are things that make her remember

like her barefooted babes sprinting across the grass

Goddamnit the windows the glass

has browned, expanded and exploded outwards

littering the lawn

glass shards that stay

too many glass shards, how she sifts through meadows

picking at chunks small and large—

they are everywhere

 

There are things that make her forget

like the layout of her home, how it is the same,

the rooms, the light fixtures, the cabinets

the placement of appliances

 

There are things that make her remember

like the nursery, how it has shifted and changed.

The light oak cribs became charred and black

as night, leaving only frames, debris debris

piled like a tumor

 

There are things that make her forget

like toddler laughter, dimpled embraces

Manhattan mist and

Amadeus frost

 

These are the things that make her forget

 

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