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---
title: Riptide of memory
genre: verse
id: riptide_memory
toc: "Riptide of memory"
project:
title: Stark Raving
class: stark
order: 16
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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 lying 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]: one-hundred-lines.html
[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html
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