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I walk the earth I have forgotten.
I speak a language lost to me.
This wind is cello, this woman cotton.
I walk the earth and have forgotten
which memory’s mine and which is not
and who was she I used to be.
I walk the earth. I have forgotten.
I speak a language. I’m lost to me.
(based on a line by Czeslaw Milosz in his poem “Forget”)
Copyright 2017 Leslie McGrath. First published in Tilt-a-Whirl. Republished by permission of the author.
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Devastating.
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