VHS (a poem)

Tuesday was not much of a day for writing—although the other poem is worse…

The face on the screen
asks me questions I don’t understand

It wouldn’t matter if she slowed down
or I rewound the tape and tried again

It’s been too, too long
since the day in question

I don’t have to remember

She’s certainly forgotten it all by now

(26 December 2017—posted 27 December)