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author | Case Duckworth | 2015-02-27 12:20:21 -0700 |
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committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-02-27 12:20:21 -0700 |
commit | 4aab24540d7e55fb9a00258c3d393f8f7664eafb (patch) | |
tree | 72208cd38b9a48e317542f94f086a8be64ba181d /src | |
parent | Add Stark Raving to src/ (diff) | |
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Revise Riptide of memory
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diff --git a/src/riptide_memory.txt b/src/riptide_memory.txt index 17b3929..60a42dc 100644 --- a/src/riptide_memory.txt +++ b/src/riptide_memory.txt | |||
@@ -27,5 +27,25 @@ my body away, like an angel of death, to the stars. | |||
27 | 27 | ||
28 | In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, | 28 | In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, |
29 | forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget | 29 | forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget |
30 | its smell like a far away ocean. Luckily for me | 30 | its smell like a far away ocean. Luckily for me |
31 | it rains here. Luckily because I forget too easily. | 31 | it rains here. Luckily, because I forget too easily. |
32 | |||
33 | In a dream, my father is caught by a riptide off-shore. | ||
34 | He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's | ||
35 | a line in his memory on the horizon. I can see him | ||
36 | swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight | ||
37 | |||
38 | back to land. I see him as another shipwreck victim, | ||
39 | coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed. | ||
40 | I see him laying there a long time. I see all this | ||
41 | as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide | ||
42 | |||
43 | only a ghost in his memory, I only a child falling | ||
44 | asleep. My mother's making mayonnaise rolls | ||
45 | in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, | ||
46 | in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst | ||
47 | |||
48 | pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle | ||
49 | like stars above the mountains. I'll send for it | ||
50 | and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll | ||
51 | crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory. | ||