remembers a pale green building
in East LA
remembers late night rendezvous
in Long Beach
remembers a cliffside bench
in Corona del Mar
remembers love notes written
in closets
remembers wanton moments
in West Hollywood
remembers tenderness
in the Mojave Desert
remembers so much
too much
pours the memories
into poems, stories,
journal entries,
thousands of ramblings
and yet they come back
always
there is no emptying
no recycling
only holding
the weight is
heavy
sweet.
narinda heng 