The Underwater Afterlife of Memory

by Jerry Ratch


My fingers are shining

in the underwater afterlife of memory

searching for the nipple-sized mollusks


searching for the solid nature of things

left over from having lived a life

at all


That new rain smell, specifically

I remember that, with you


She loved sex

She loved having sex

the moment of it, the romantic part

She loved being chased

and she loved especially being caught


That was you, wasn't it,

kissing me in my dreams?

Admit it now