Not This

Olena Kalytiak Davis

my god all the days we have lived thru

saying

not this

one, not this,

not now,

not yet, this week

doesn't count, was lost, this month

was shit, what a year, it sucked,

it flew, that decade was for

what? i raised my kids, they

grew i lost two pasts -- i am

not made of them and they

are through.

we forget what

we remember:

each of the five

the fevered few

days we used

to fall in love.