artwork: ralph murre
Book, Lamp, Tree
by Karen Stromberg
I’m going to give you three words,
the nurse told my mother,
which was a lie--a moment later
she asked for them back.
Mother couldn’t find them,
looked around the room, dipped
one hand in and out of her pocket.
The truth is it was my fault.
I had plucked them out of the air
and locked them in my mind,
just to see if I could.
~ first published in Wordgathering