Amnesiac
By Greg Santos
It all happened a long time ago.
Do you remember?
I think there were nuns, a war,
the phone call that changed everyone's lives.
No, how could you remember? You weren't even there.
But now that I think about it, neither was I.
That moment when you have something to say but
then you forget what you're saying mid-sentence.
I have that right now.
I've had that problem my entire life.
My history is made up of tweezers
removing a splinter from a child's palm,
afternoon swims in the plastic turtle out back,
white bread salami sandwiches.
Thank goodness history isn't all goblets and tapestries.
Reaching a clearing in the woods,
I took a moment to consider my travels.
The villagers were right; the view was, indeed, magnificent.