By Laine Derr
She ties a string around my shoe
to remind me what day it is,
I try to hold on,
knowing right from left – memories.
She ties a string around my shoe,
bows it slightly, in a bow,
sometimes I’m not sure of my memories,
today or yesterday.
When looking down
what I know
is there’s a string
tied to my shoe,
tied to this earth,
tied to her love.
Laine Derr holds an MFA from Northern Arizona University and has published interviews with Carl Phillips, Ross Gay, Ted Kooser, and Robert Pinsky. Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming from Antithesis, ZYZZYVA, Portland Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere.