- Vol. 02
- Chapter 08
Image by Sigrid Calon
The Memory Game
Do you remember the carpet?Blue with a brown fleck.
Face down they lay
Boxed into square.
We kneeled.
Tattooed. Grooved.
By jumpered elbows.
Peering intently.
Desperate to remember
Each pattern
And pair.
She was not there.
Late again.
All we had was flat packed.
Dog eared entertainment.
Egg and chips.
Garnished by a stray
Beagle hair.
The room made us retch.
To tight bound toilet
Gagged by American Tan.
Pretty Polly had left long ago.
Together we faced this
Challenge to remember.
Teapot, telephone, bluebird, biscuit.
Determined to beat you.
My memory more advanced.
I deserved this victory.
The Memory Game
As Wagon WheelsMelted into milk.
She was forgotten.
Twinned heads
Bridging the afternoon.
All we had now
Were our eyes.