Sixth Potato Poem: Failing Memory

Published in Gastronomica, 2008

FAILING MEMORY
 

As the potato grows
old
it begins to lose its
grip

Memory
begins to fail

First to go is the memory of the
future
the memory of things to come
I have seen potatoes
who have forgotten that soon they will die
cease to be
that they will shrivel into
an ugly black wrinkle
with an unpleasant smell

Next the memory of the present
deteriorates
the memory of long days
without friends
aches and pains of the body
sleepless nights
tasteless food

Ask an old potato
what it did
today
it hasn’t a clue

The old potato
is left with memories of the past
the future is gone
there is no present
only the glorious past.