Migrations
When my father lost his memory,
he went on remembering he was lost.
I’m in a desert, he said.
Now I’m in a river.
he went on remembering he was lost.
I’m in a desert, he said.
Now I’m in a river.
He was always in another country
even as he sat on the sofa.
Where am I? he would ask
the news reporter on television.
even as he sat on the sofa.
Where am I? he would ask
the news reporter on television.
When he slept, his eyes went on seeing—
The ceiling cut into pieces like cake
by the streetlights. The strange woman
leaning close, watching him sleep
by the streetlights. The strange woman
leaning close, watching him sleep
Woman Watching a Sleeping Man (Second State) -- Erik Renssen
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