Leave the Memory Behind
photo of “1968 Abortion Rights demonstration, NYC” by Bev Grant
John Glover, music
Feel his weight, taste the blood as his fist connects with my chin
Feel his hate – cold and impersonal – I’m nothing to him.
Then let me be nothing, let this moment be nothing, I can will it from my mind
Leave it here by the road. Leave the memory behind.
Start again, write a new story, choose a name and construct a past.
Shed my skin, glide into the next life, however long it lasts
Another small town, another small room, another job in a kitchen somewhere
Let the past fall away and it’s like I was never there.
Let the past fall away, leave the memory behind.
No one blinks, nobody questions who I am or where I’ve been.
Let them think whatever they think, just accept it and settle in
Every yes holds a no, every choice a rejection, another future never to be
And whatever it is – will be –