Forget-Me-Nots
by Megan Merchant
published in Breakwater, Issue 23
Today, my mother forgot the word for bathroom
while she was in one. She said dry room, no—wet room, no—
tell me, then what are the others called. I’d like to walk them.
At one point, someone taught me a word I’ve forgotten.
A room I was already inside. A marriage. A country. A war.
A man’s fingers cuffed around my wrist. Someone promised—
it is common, when learning another language, to lose
pieces of your mother ton...
Published on August 24, 2022 13:39