Broken Record
By Katherine Hameetman
Remembering sticks and memory misses
its mis-remembrance, so when you tell me this,
I say that I don’t remember that I did this,
you must have missed something,
I must have missed something.
This is what you said to me: you were sure that you knew me
one or two years before I knew you.
You spoke to me only because you remembered
a situation that didn’t exist yet,
you thought that you met me,
I knew that I hadn’t,
but the story still happened,
it made us both
something else.
I am a person
built up on reports of
this is what you did so
this is who you are,
I’m sure that it happened,
but you were so little,
you can’t have remembered,
you can’t have remembered -
or even more recent,
you said this only
yesterday, and I know that
you have to remember,
why don’t you remember?
Somewhere along the line the needle skips,
perception shifts, slips, and I become the sum
of someone’s experience, not mine -
this time -
and what might have never happened
is what I build myself on.
So maybe I have to accept
a double truth -
you remember me how
you want to remember me,
this is how I am
to you.
I don’t need to change that.
I don’t want to change that.