Memoir

by Lise Day

My mother says
I should not reveal
so much of me
my memories are all wrong
loose ends untied
gritty scenes
betrayal and booze
she would keep the past veiled
as a virgin bride
a sunlit romantic tale
where the woman
always gets the man
(and keeps him)
my mind is full of
the ungainly past
memoir is too neat a word
to hold this turbulence
yet, despite all
(having ditched the hero)
I feel I may be headed
for a joyful final chapter.

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