Fickle Little Lullabies & Short Term Memory Loss - poetry by Benjamin Guzovsky

Fickle Little Lullabies & Short Term Memory Loss

I yearn to remember the fleeting,

Every warm idea

Disappearing, the way every distant light in the winter seems like a fireplace, yellow warmth in the arctic night but eventually,

Dissipating, 

every brilliant thought that melted me

for a moment, lost forever and who knows what 

I’ve forgotten that I’ve forgotten:

I can’t sing you a single lullaby, 

all that my mother serenaded me with

every night. My mind is diaspora.

Maybe, 

it’s better 

this way I can wonder.

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Benjamin Guzovsky is a high school senior from Massachusetts. He enjoys competitive

swimming, watching the sunrise, and The Great British Baking Show. His work is previously unpublished.