SELECTED POEMS

Days Like a Prolonged Parachute After a Space Flight

In the country that never was
we will meet in a past
but not the one we remember. 

The ones we love are still the ones we love
but changed, with different lovers
in the country that never was. 

In this past your pain lies in forgetting
afresh the shared drink, our bed, a name
but not the one we remember;

mine comes from forgetting nothing
of the now when we lie at night
in the country that never was,

my eyes held open by the fear that
in this place we share everything but love
at least not the one we remember. 

This past is not worse, nor better,
in the country that never was
but closing in, like my choice to come
but not the one you’d remember. 

by Jason Wee
from A Luxury We Must Afford (2016)

 

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