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We Are Forget

We are the words we have forgotten.
We are shifting and pacing.
We wrote this poem.
It’s a pretty poem.
Can you bake a cherry pie?
Never more, never more.
We have no horizon.
We don’t recall washing or eating
or what you just said.
Ask me my name.
Ask me if I have children?
You’re a pretty lady.
You have beautiful eyes.
Wash me, put me to bed clean,
hold me as I fall asleep.
Give me a kiss, brush my hair.
You are my daughter?
Light washing over us moment, moment.
You’re a handsome man.
Our hand writing is beautiful
twists and loops of letters
we can’t remember our hands.
Our ears are wishful
we can’t remember our ears.
We can speak every language,
we can’t remember our mouths.
We are porous.
We are the past.
We are forget.

El Morro National Monument in New Mexico

The poem is a tribute to people Glazner has had the honor of working with in the Alzheimer's Poetry Project. He wrote the “We Are Forget,” after visiting El Morro National Monument in New Mexico. Here is what one site writes, "The spring-fed oasis at its base has made it a favorite camping spot for Anasazi/Zuni traders, Spanish Conquistadors, the U.S. Army, American pioneers, and modern travelers. The soft, flat rock by the spring, now known as Inscription Rock, has been a favorite message board for all." There are carvings in the rock going back in time hundreds of years, to all the different people who visited and left their names and drawings. One note about El Morro is that, it was so famous that the U.S. Calvary brought a stone carver and tools knowing they would stop there. It was that overlay of history that inspired the poem. Driving back I got the line, "We Are Forget," and the rest just flowed. It was written in one quick take, with light editing later as Glazner began to share the poem and perform it at readings.