Dear Elise a gray day in Colorado
the natives hate it but it feels
like home no push from outside
the whole house a giant hand
and me snuggled inside it
got a letter from Rhode Island
funny how the recent past
feels dead but our childhood vivid
almost like a blow on the head
there are certain typed of amnesia
where memory for music is wiped out
the tune gone the lyrics remain
did I miss something of importance
where a few years ago should be
Read about an Italian painter
who left home during the occupation
never returned but recalls every brick and cornice
they say a tremendous shock does it
almost like a blow on the head
funny how the recent past
happened while I was asleep
building bunkers and stockpiling food
where a few years ago should be
stuffed frog red braids but then a blank
the rune hone the lyrics remain
was formerly the treatment of choice
got a letter from Rhode Island
where memory for music is wiped out
Dear Elise miss this place already
my office my books even my shampoo
feels dead but our childhood vivid
stuffed frog red braids but then a blank
happened while I was asleep
did I miss something of importance
did the kids grow up and move away
you would tell me wouldn’t you
there are certain types of amnesia
in which you refer to yourself as she
and nothing looks at all familiar
what would you like for keepsake
a photo a necklace a beaded barrette
and me snuggled inside it
The natives hate it but it feels
dear Elise a gray day in Colorado
did the kids grow up and move away
building bunkers and stockpiling food
they say a tremendous shock does it
almost like a blow on the head
there are certain types of amnesia
my office my books even my shampoo
in which you refer to yourself as she
the brain is a complex organ
an icepick inserted in the eye socket
was formerly the treatment of choice
the whole house a giant hand
and nothing looks at all familiar