ELEGY Poem: Memory Foam, by Alexandra Williams

Déjà vu is my religion,
Or, I’m stuck on a track, call it swan road;
Stories replay or resurrect
Like Christ laid on dogwood,
Or a dog fetching sticks.

I don’t know about agnosticism;
I don’t know about your questions.
I like to mind windows,
Or portholes, and cast confessions—
Shout, “Oh my God,” to the sea.

Cherry O’s, like red-lipped portholes,
Or cheery hellos, or Cheerios—
A great way to start your mourning.
She died three years ago,
In the morning.
I hear I’m a poor thing.

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