Wednesday, December 15, 2010

healer

he's a doctor
he still practices, i think.
he's Jewish.
does that surprise you?

i don't know why
it was forgotten
until now.
i don't know why
it didn't make sense
until now.
i don't know why
i can't say anything
even now.

do i misunderstand it?
perhaps unsure of what happened?
how could i mistake it
for anything else?

they accused my father
but he wouldn't do that.
did anyone ask me?
'cause he wouldn't do that.

seven years ago
i remembered.
it's been seven years now since
i learned to disappear.
i think little girls' thoughts
and all hands feel the same.

he asks,
"where do you go
when i am inside of you?"

"i don't know where i go."

"why aren't you here?"

"because here feels like there.
because you feel like"

doctor's healing hands
touching lives.
i remember
one day, on the street
i held the door for him
or did he hold it for me?
i forget.

healing.
forgetting.
remembering.
forgetting.
how long does it take to heal
a wound you didn't know you had?

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