I wonder what it would be like
For my ashes to be scattered
No, for me to be scattered as ashes
For all the memories I can’t remember
To come to the surface (because
I’m all surface now). Eyes closed,
I can see Davey’s living room. Grey carpet,
Computer on the table towards the back
Staircase on the right. Such a bland
First memory. What happened
The moment before? The moment after?
Why that memory? I’d like to know
Just once. Before it goes up in smoke.