rom 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.