Forgotten
I didn’t recognize you
when I saw you
in the paper.
I didn’t recognize you
in the story
of your life.
I didn’t recognize you
as my once
upon a time.
Now we’re two
forgotten bodies,
detached with
separate orbits.
When I was young
I never thought
that we would come
to this.
Not Mine
They creep through bolted windows
when the world is dreaming.
They land upon my pillowed head.
Hefty recollections
of icebox silence freezing
words that were not spoken,
dreams abandoned.
They crush my chest,
they fill my mouth with lead.
They push me through the
mattress,
through the floor.
These shadow boulders bend me,
press me into a monstrosity.
They are burdens
that were never mine to bear.
Nolcha Fox has written all her life,
starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien
Poetry Journal, The Red Lemon Review, Dark Entries, Duck
Head Journal and others. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is
available on Amazon.
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