← v16n2, Fall 2017
Poetry · Volume 16, Number 2

Spell to Reverse Loss of Memories

Watch me crackle to fruition as a digital

vision in your kitchen

at the start of spring.

Watch me manifest as a holographic

projectionwatch me fall through your dark room

like a corridor of light

help you learn your lesson—

help you get your issue—

I hope you get this hex &

O yes, the kettle water beginning to boil

will feel like a furious rain shower coming on &

O yes, that metal taste in your brew

my blood

my blood on your gums.

~

Make sure you speak when you see me

in the anteroom of sleep.

Make sure you show love when I come through

like light pollution.

Remember when you called the orange night sky a lie?

Remember when you said I gave you a marsupial vibe?

~

After I left the boat it was just you, Young, on the ancient water.

Let me hold 50

for the morning after.

Let me hold—pfsshhh!

~

What about how long we remained

alive that night?

What about how you saw

the flesh petaled

kissed it there

like sunlight.

Made a salve

& was one

so miss me with that

artifice,

that wild smile

every tooth set

straight like a spark,

miss me.