“Event Boundary” by Sherry Chandler

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.            every time we enter a room, we enter a new room
.            —Nathalie Handal

I cross a threshold,
erase memory.

Cobwebs in dark corners,
bright-colored prints on the walls,
the floor splinters my bare feet.
I know where it’s rough.

I don’t forget the room.
I access backup memory.

I expect the desk in the northwest corner,
the desktop’s accumulated junk,
the bed against the east wall.

A reset button? A border?
Ending? Beginning?
Why did I come through a door?

-Sherry Chandler

240 thoughts on ““Event Boundary” by Sherry Chandler”

    1. Sherry

      No comedy intended, Rae, except that I always have to be a little playful when I write. It’s as much a part of who I am as the upturn of my nose. (And I always regretted that the gene mix didn’t give me my mother’s straight elegant nose.)

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