This afternoon I got an email from undergrad lit mag Outrageous Fortune about publishing my poem, Dementia. It’s my first poetry publication (not counting one overly sentimental teenage piece when I was fifteen) and I am SO stoked about this! The version I sent into OF is slightly different from the one I posted here several months ago so, without further ado, here it is:
This is what frightens me
about growing old.
To forget the way the hair curled,
lying soft against the back of your neck.
To lose the remembering of words like warmth
and laughter. To find that the colors of autumn
leaves at sunset on the Blue Ridge faded
from my memory.
But for it to happen to you;
that would be the worst death.