This poem is taken from Stand 215, 15(3) October - November 2017.

Ottilie Mulzet Three Poems
City without Memory
Twilight, in the City without Memory: there
is no bitterness. There is  
exhaustion, as the residents await
a disaster which still might not

arrive, although long awaited, and
recognized from previous
incarnations, doctrines of promise
and of inevitable progress are no longer

the subject of fevered debate, haven’t
been for years—not since before the  
time my grandmother was born, she
never even heard of this place—

and the uncles with their schnapps
in the morning, memories of the
Old Country coalescing around them
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