New York City skyline at night

Poetry

 

 


Nicole Martinez


Selective Memory

We slip into a drink
The fizzing hiss of a liquid snakes
We sing the happy song
Our voices hoarse and we are tone deaf
We get loud, a bad cultural trait
Finally falling asleep at unholy hours later
Here comes the Migraine
In the end we forget because we don't want to remember

 

 

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