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From Ghost Face by Greg Santos. Reprinted with permission of the publisher, DC Books.
It all happened a long time ago.
Do you remember?
I think there was a nun, a war,
the phone call that changed everyone’s lives.
No, how could you remember? You weren’t even there.
But now that I think about it, neither was I.
That moment when you have something to say but
forget what you’ve been saying mid-sentence,
I have that right now.
I’ve had that problem my entire life.
My history is made of tweezers
removing a splinter from a child’s palm,
afternoon swims in the plastic turtle pool out back,
white bread salami sandwiches.
Thank goodness history isn’t all goblets and tapestries.
Reaching a clearing in the woods,
I take a moment to consider my travels.
The villagers were right:
the view is, indeed, magnificent.
Greg Santos is the author of several collections, chapbooks and pamphlets of poetry. His work has appeared in The Walrus, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, World Literature Today and Geist. He is an adoptee of Cambodian, Spanish and Portuguese descent. He lives in Montréal and at gregsantos.me.
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