The Persistence of Memory

Is it possible to divorce a memory from a song?
Extricate your virginity from a city?
The quiet, guiltless hour before sunrise,
to reclaim a sense of newness?
Is it possible to forget the outline of your clavicle,
or the liberation of frustrated hope?
To have a fresh heart and lungs and liver, again?
A fury to remember the sighs, the smells—
all the details that will one day become a
spurned phantasm.