This poem is taken from Stand 219, 16(3) August - September 2018.

Jo-Ann Mort Four Poems
How She Remembers Him

1. Knatchbull, Summer Rain

His wide, thick wrists. She doesn’t remember these wrists from their meeting in Berlin.
She remembers him, wrongly, as thin, even slight. His thick shoulders, too—she doesn’t recall them either from their first time. The two moles on the back of his neck. His broad, possessing face.

She wants darkness, total, complete. She wants to lose herself in sex with him, but she is too aware of him, of the light, of his ex-wife’ propinquity, of the rain falling outside on Knatchbull, the summer rain of August. The temperature barely reaches 60 degrees Fahrenheit.
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