Sunday, January 12, 2014

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?

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