Today's poem is by Allison Funk
In which rooms do we put what we can't stand to remember?
In his memory palace, Matteo Ricci
kept his rooms spacious and clean
so he could locate what they held
easily in his mind.
To forget, you crowd yours instead,
mound what you want gone
like the dead heaped one on top of another,
none of them marked by a stone.
No signposts like Ricci's
two warriors locked in combat
or the women he stationed in cornersnortheast,
Create a blueprint, he taught, so you never get lost
in your thoughts.
But when you feel you might lose your mind
by retracing your steps
what came first, what happened next,
you open your rooms to rain
and the blinding sun,
bid grief goodbye,
chaff for a breeze.
Bring it on, even a twister, you cry,
to be free of what is inside.
Copyright © 2015 Allison Funk All rights reserved
from Wonder Rooms
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