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title: Riptide of memory
genre: verse

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...

Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.  \
The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder \
than anywhere else I know.  It threatens to rip \
my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars.

In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, \
forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget \
its smell like a far away ocean.  Luckily for me \
it rains here.  Luckily, because I forget too easily.

In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore.  \
He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's \
a line in his [memory][] on the horizon.  I can see him \
swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight

back to land.  I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, \
coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed.  \
I see him laying there a long time.  I see all this \
as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide

only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling \
asleep.  My mother's making mayonnaise rolls \
in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, \
in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst

pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle \
like [stars above the mountains][].  I'll send for it \
and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll \
crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory.

[an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html
[my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html
[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html
[another shipwreck]: shipwright.html
[ghost]: 100-lines.html
[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html