Not This

Not This

Olena Kalytiak Davis

my god all the days we have lived thru 

 saying 

not this 

 one, not this, 

 not now, 

 not yet, this week 

 doesn't count, was lost, this month 

 was shit, what a year, it sucked, 

 it flew, that decade was for 

 what? i raised my kids, they 

 grew i lost two pasts -- i am 

 not made of them and they 

 are through. 

we forget what 

 we remember: 

each of the five 

 the fevered few 

days we used 

 to fall in love.