My friend and fellow poet Judy Montgomery recently suggested that I write a memoir piece about Will. Her comment was perfectly timed because I'd just decided to change the focus of my memoir to my long marriage. I realized my experience in managing the twists and turns of a long commitment might be the most interesting thing I can talk about with others.
But ugh, long form prose.
Yet my poetry brain hasn't really returned either. Sigh.
And then there's the way memory works or in my case didn't. Recently I came to the startling realization that for years I'd been thinking that I was raped and later busted when I was nineteen. Nope. Those two events occurred the year I was 18.
And the weird way that memory gets "dinged" by a bell. This morning at the office the giant monitors are running a silent series of attractive videos including undersea through waving weeds and over cities by drone. As I went to get coffee I saw over my head a triangular slice of a red bridge of familiar shape. And I thought again of Sally.
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