On the Urge to Mark the Days as Significant
“You're so beautiful," said Alice. "I'm afraid of looking at you and not knowing who you are."
Still Alice
Lisa Genova
Lisa Genova
Maybe we say we’ll mark them
to remember them
because we’re afraid
of forgetting them or
maybe we're afraid of saying
maybe we're afraid of saying
they had no significance
or relevance and so we make
a game of it: Birth Day
anniversary Death Day
anniversary we say I’ll say
remember how I could
ever forget and as soon
as that it’s a two fish rainbow
trout maybe
that swim by in my mind if I
hadn’t sung
happy birthday
for my son
or the prayer of st.
francis for my mum
happy birthday
for my son
or the prayer of st.
francis for my mum
If I hadn’t made
a cake and this year
two old vinyl records
and a Bob Ross Happy Tree
T-shirt or if I hadn't climbed
into your bed the day
my mum died
to commemorate
into your bed the day
my mum died
to commemorate
maybe it would be just another
day just
a place of space
to walk through and into
November to listen
in the quiet because maybe
in the quiet because maybe
it’s my way to fend off
the bears that wait
to rappel
my memory who stay
open mouthed at
the rapids during
the salmon spawn
that drip millions and millions
of eggs down their chins
fish who will never know to be a fish,
a fish! never just the milt
never just the cold current
who won’t be
gill
or fin
or flesh
I say listen
I commemorate everything
that’s come to stay
a little while
a little while
that with all this
resistance grows
resistance grows
that was once so sick
that was dying
from the beginning
that pulled through
to come all this way: son,
I mark you
every year I mark you
I never want to for-
get
I never want to not
though it’s glass
sometimes, cut from
Budweiser brown
fallen to the ground
after the accident…but no
not that anniversary today
not that one
only you only going in to have you
to have to let you go
to have to let you go
alone into a nobody would know what
pain that snaked away inside of you
to kill you
oh but it was long ago
it was so
those bears
look
if I don’t look they won’t look
but look
but don’t
walk away from the banks
it’s not yet time
it’s time
it’s not yet time
what day is it let me mark it
I need to mark it
why do I need to mark it?
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