Two deaths
This morning I woke up
I could not remember his name
The memories of the fists
were still there although
without his name attached
they’d lost their punch
I tried to recover his name
remembering his brothers
his daughter and granddaughter
nothing
It felt so good
not having a name
to give strength to trauma
I watched it go down the drain
Eventually his name surfaced
but not from his memory but
through the relatives who understood
but it had lost its power
unconnected detached powerless
a Chinese proverb says you die twice
first your body then when your name is forgotten
This morning I woke up
without his name
Fatal friends
The viper is so small
sneaking and slithering unseen
poised and ready
to place a small fatal drop
of death if startled
the only right to exist
that it recognizes
is its own
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