Poem of the Week / Victoria Sanchez

The Forgetting

I have forgotten how to speak in poetry.

I have forgotten the rhythm and the rhyme

and the cadence that sings from the wings

of emerald flies.

I have forgotten the feel of cool paper

slipping through my fingers

like copper coins and blades of grass.

I have forgotten the song, how to sing,

how to speak so that my heart

melts into words like jam into hot toast.

I can only write down amnesia,

my regret, my forgetting.

Goddamn it, what do they say

about riding a bike?

Victoria Sanchez


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