I can’t remember if she liked broccoli
a poem by Leah White
these thoughts blink into a day
a mystery mark on a shaken etch-
a-sketch— I draw & redraw her
she the memory of water & the roar
she the lyric from no song gone
but white noise that rises up the body
in between channels I write
the address wrong— endlessly feel
through piles of leaves for her hush
there is no number no street
so draw a line and set the words
on one side so make a pile to bury
them in so so so
(some language borrowed from CL Young’s work)