Shrinking
Think back — what really happened? Try to see
through the spiderwebs of all those retellings,
all those redactions, not memories
so much as liquid stories that have gelled,
memories of memories. But think back —
what really happened? Under all those coats
of varnish, desire mistaken for fact,
denial mistaken for truth as it floats
in fogbound and fathomless waters. You’ve
written a poem that doesn’t even rhyme
with what really happened — or was it love?
Go on — you’ve talked about it lots of times.
for Marti
© Michael Fleming
Brattleboro, Vermont
May 2019
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