Unremembering You

Unremembering You- Natalie Persoglio

Unremenbering you : After you died, I couldn’t picture your face—not as a whole. I could see the reddy-brown tan of your skin, your knotted, home-tattooed hands, the cracking of your knuckles. But I couldn’t see you—just this strange patchwork of fragments: your eyes, your nose, a flash of blonde hair. I learned that to see you again, I have to stop looking directly. Your face is like the stars—if I look away I can remember you.