I ask him if he can place me
“I’ve not done any wrong;
why should I be visited by memories?”
He says lifting his eyes from his
king’s game featuring one solitary
piece on the checkered board.

The windows are broad.
The nurses look bored.
His body blocks the light,
and the garden framed by the pane.
I shake my head. He disremembers all,
and I embrace a vague fancy that
I have been here before
in the days to come.




Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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    1. Maybe we’ve been everywhere before, in successive lives. That is what we remember.

      Comment by rose morales on 13 April, 2022 at 10:52 am

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