two weeks
My dad died two weeks ago.
When I was younger.
And he was just alive.
My memories have changed
Each now re-filed, newly stamped,
One by one
A little red burn, smoking parchment
Brain diligently checking them all
Smash that mark down
each and every one of them
Redefining it as it burns into me. Burns me away
Except every memory different this time
Now I’m different too / compromised
Half of me gone.
No, I mean that, science means that
Half of who would be me
is gone.