—Anonymous Photo
There is No Remembering—
only storytelling: making up
some lovely plotline I can
live with: retool those ugly
shoes that pinch, make them
looser to cut out the wincing,
get me through yet another
long, long walk of a day…
There is no such thing as
true remembering, is there?
I have my own scrapbook
of favorite lies: dog-
earred photos yellowed
by time—my own mythology
that I’ve wrestled, wrangled
and re-worked ‘til its leather
softens, soothes, gets me through
another long walk of a day…
only storytelling: making up
some lovely plotline I can
live with: retool those ugly
shoes that pinch, make them
looser to cut out the wincing,
get me through yet another
long, long walk of a day…
There is no such thing as
true remembering, is there?
I have my own scrapbook
of favorite lies: dog-
earred photos yellowed
by time—my own mythology
that I’ve wrestled, wrangled
and re-worked ‘til its leather
softens, soothes, gets me through
another long walk of a day…
—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA
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—Medusa