What
if I should be cursed
with
a soap opera bump
on
the head?
No
major injury,
just
a swathe of gauze
for my trouble
and
vacancy
in
place of my past.
Will
I go wild at the loss?
Try
to make peace
with
the strangers,
all
of them?
I
might read my diary,
feel
the fiction of it,
and
jot my parents’ names
inside
the cover.
Then
check my passport
for
my middle name.
Will
I come undone?
Give
up? Run mad?
Or
will I walk, turn each corner
and
wait to recognize my life?
Amy MacLennan