Poem published in the Zine, Haus-a-Rest

May explores the instability of memory and emotional time following the transformation and loss of a relationship. Through fragmented recollection, seasonal imagery, and repeated questioning, the poem inhabits a liminal space between presence and absence, where time feels nonlinear and suspended, and felt moments continue psychologically beyond their ending.

May

Is it summer already?

Did Iolande just visit for the peach iced tea?

Was it true she said she would marry?

Did she leave, or is she still here?

Did I sleep, or was I awake all night? 

I remember how the warm breeze felt,

how muslin curtains floated out on the gentle wind.

I remember how the wisteria fell; lavender,

and lilac trailing over the fence,

weeping low over the grass.

Did I feel loved?

Was I told I was loved?

Did I know then that it would all end?  

I no longer care if I remember how, or

the long way through day and night.

The wind whistles all around,

the birds sing and the gulls.

Did the song end?

I can’t hear your voice anymore.