Will you forget me?
By Justin Tuijl
“Will you forget me?” she asked.
Then repeated; the noise of the river;
Makes it hard to hear.
“Never,” I mean it.
The jungle by the river,
Monkeys, snakes and virgin forest
This is not my place
Far from birth on a metal bird
“I think you forget me,” she says.
The river is high and yellow with sand
Loud. Do I hear her voice?
A sting, and the bug is gone.
How can I promise more,
When this place stings my heart
And I want to promise
Not to forget, and I never will
The sun so hot and the river
Filling my ears
Like the shrill whine of the