The Anniversary

You look down the road

& don’t remember the car

that doesn’t come.

You still don’t remember.


Birds scatter.

Naked field.

Dead skin.

Shed feathers.

Less weight to manage.


Something about corrupted cells,

Last Days & terrifying dreams

though what can be recollected

cannot be terrifying.

Nonetheless, you say.

You still don’t remember.


Even though that’s not what I said

you say, you still don’t.


Something about wild fire,

a horse named Spook & white eyes,

dead milk, if milk can be dead.


You are in the field, you are in the field,

as I was there.