I Often Forget Memories
Irene Han | Art by Vivian Huang
I OFTEN FORGET MEMORIES
are but a clumsy patchwork you know
how they’re haphazardly sewn together
scraps of mother’s favorite thanksgiving
story, photos and photos’
frames, and dusty pieces you finger
out the crevices of your mind and
you think you can recall through
the frayed stitches
did the concrete really grind your knees?
did the steaming pot really kiss your fingertips?
did the flight of stairs really bundle you down to the floor?
did the stairs fly?
did the fly really?