Elegy, For What I Don't Remember
Memory, same as looking, changes the object
of scrutiny.
I learned the principles of uncertainty in my physics
for poets class
which I took because I couldn’t do the math and needed
a change.
Everyone was doing it, Boethius, Heisenberg, the Beatles, such
a cliché!
Now, I just want to get the shape of your eyes right, the taste of tobacco on
your skin
which wine it was we drank with breakfast and
which after
what it was I said, exactly, that I’m not sure made
you cry.