Jim Whitty ,Broken Circle (2014)
“We over-write our memories”
Everything you saw
went in your mouth,
my mother used to say:
Coal, stones, dirt, anything!
I don’t remember that ~
I’m a faddy eater now.
But every time I see
that photo of chubby baby-me,
sitting on granny’s cobble path,
there’s this slight recall
of eating pebbles
and a faint taste of coal.
