← v13n1, Spring 2014
Poetry · Volume 13, Number 1

In Memoriam

A ring, a chair,

but above all the glasses, that appear, suddenly

as if ready to put on.

“Where did I leave my glasses?” The constant question

is inaudible now but can almost be heard

or rather, it is now in the twilight zone

between reality and remembrance. Stronger

than a single memory, the question sticks

to the glasses and makes them swing

between what is here now—silence—

and what was on the day when your glasses

were always forgotten: Ah, my glasses!

Where did I put them?