A continuation of, ‘Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia’

“What do I remember

that is shaped  

as this thing is shaped?

      – William Carlos Williams

 

do not become acquainted with her. She will only make you question your ideas of what beauty and ugliness is. You will wish later that she had spared you the details

 

and instead looked up to the sky

  closed her mouth

 

smell of rain

Maiden hair fern , a beauty down deep

pocketful of lichen

wishing rocks under the redwoods

 

you will want to dig

find a reason

 

it gets in between the cracks

    a crack

 

has gone too deep. passed the gag reflex and has become too easy now

no ceremony can wash you clean, sweep it all away

your mind goes to the gutter so very easy now

leave it alone

you can’t save her