“Mementoes or Memories”
How many years
drift with algae for thousands of years
if even machines fall asleep
and a song drags through my fingers
pointing to a painting
to be burned in the morning
for colorful irises
dyed by a winter wind
on the blamed island,
singing songs to know one
party dresses bathed in blood
and curtsies torn from a cue book
of haunting plays, sinister soundtracks
lemons to hand you photos lemon-scent
your wedding sun,
you don’t remember doing the dishes
all those nightshirts or the jobs laying steamrolling vegetable prints on your table clothes,
but you do remember birthdays
and the special chandeliers
licking your diamonds in the glinting light
sundresses and ladybugs
bathing suits and severed hands:
what remains
for poetry to destroy forever.
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