Notes from the Nursing Home by Dana Chiueh
After Laura Kasischke
smooth as a memory:
the slippery lies we ran our tongues over
and over and over in our mouths
like rock candy, polishing worn
enough to believe in
our own, old gravity;
dizzy with distortion;
here’s the truth about perfection:
memories are born jagged and
we stitch up the sides, hating the fray.
real memories come out sandpaper.
enough to wear and be worn down
Athena: my dreams come fully formed
after splitting headaches
and I never stop questioning their legitimacy
an imposter memory. water, on the other hand
turns all stones smooth with time.
and every memory inevitably causes a beautiful
hurt, jagged piercing edges
to be worth the remembering.
Dana Chiueh submitted this poem as part of our Visual Prompt Quarterly Contest and received an honorable mention for her work.