Total Recall

for Frederique

I know you

less than ever. 
The turning tide of days
sweeps me aside.

You tell me

you’ve forgotten everything

because you don’t understand

how memory works.

Radio show I listened to once said

every time we access a memory

we place it in jeopardy,

risk losing it forever,

all we’re left with

is the memory of a memory.

Like opening a Russian doll

and finding inside the idea of a Russian doll.

Remember the time

Evangeline cried

because she wanted

to play back her dreams?