Sarah Nichols

MEMORY, SPEAKING
a found poem


There’s no way to
turn off memory.

I try, as if
pretending stops 

my body from

those last
small moments.

I want a different story.

Let someone else
lose their name.

their body.

I’ve mourned mine
for too long.

 

 

Source: Ellroy, James. The Black Dahlia. New York: Mysterious Press, 1987. Print.


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