Whatever it is you are struggling to remember
I’ll wear it like bones, like skin
like gnats around a streetlight in summer
with the moon-tints of purple and pearl
of suns in the man-melting night
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass
through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
to the curtained window, then, while you slept
everything carried me to you.
L1-Billy Collins, Forgetfulness
L2-Kim Addonizio, What Do Women Want?
L3-Sharon Olds, The Unborn
L4-Edgar Allan Poe, Eulalie
L5-Dylan Thomas, I Dreamed My Genesis
L6-Naomi Shihab Nye, Making a Fist
L7-Ted Hughes, Wind
L8-Katherine Mansfield, Sleeping Together
L9-Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me
Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch and Hello, It's Your Mother, has poems in Whale Road Review, Rust + Moth, concis, Up the Staircase, Front Porch Journal, and more. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Southeast Texas. Learn more at lauriekolp.com.