Where do her memories go
After she has built them?
There’s a dance floor
Where they first met
Then he talked and talked
Until it was late.
There’s a café
Where they met next
Saturday and talked
About poetry and stuff
Over a cup of coffee,
Bubble black tea,
And his headache.
There’s a bar
On 2nd Avenue and a drink
Called “The Inventor”
There’s an appetizer
Vegetarian
There’s a night
Rainy
There’s a poet shivering and daring
To hold his stranger hand.
There’s a Turkish cab driver
Who recognized a lucky couple
--One bald and one bold--
Like a Certified Copy
They laughed and rolled
Their fingers
Round innocent explorations
Of emotions different
From a documented reality.
There’s a good-bye
There’s no kiss, not yet,
But a memory
The memory!
Where do memories go?
He is a doctor and he knows his stuff
He says there’s a camp or a campus
Called “hippocampus”
Where all memories go.
Doctor!
What happens to memories
She doesn’t want them?
How would they pack and leave
Her hippocampus?
