ALL OF US

Rereading Raymond Carvers collected poems: 

‘All of us. His memory is sometimes too much 

for me to handle. Jealousy consumes me knowing

I have no long-term memory.

 

Carvers magic at capturing the mundane ordinariness 

of life and making it bloom. I wish I could

Remember like, he, was going

To say he did but he's here with me

So he does linger on in all of us.

 LAST NIGHT

Was I being buzzed

back into life or was it

other way round.

                       Are we just blue power

                       cells on the tip of my tongue

                       ever-ready sound.

Life is an electro-

shock treatment am I lost

or am I found?