22.
Not remembering is worse than remembering
there was a phone call, an echoed voice
and after —
nothing remembered for months
a phone call that told me of
profound change;
hard change that is the icy rain whipping
across my hair:
it’s not coming
it’s here and it’s too late
a phone call:
after that
all i have are holes,
the spaces between misshapen memories
that aren’t mine,
but tales that a nurse told me
after the phone call
months disappeared
i didn’t notice
i was occupied
wondering if this is where i should be