Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Who will remember

By Sofia Benitez

The vines have grown into the wall of our house

weaving through brick and mortar

veins of a force

stronger with time.

 

On the back of a door

my height is etched

exponentially lagging lines

until no growth is recorded.

 

Corners without whispers

dust and rubbish filling up space.

 

Places damaged out of habit or spite

never thinking they could belong to someone else

wondering if the chip of the tile will mean anything,

if the coin under the wood will ever be found.

 

Auras that frame ancient carpets

tangible shadows betraying the existence

of objects past

hiding something we forgot to retrieve

negative space of routine life.

 

The chair no one sat upon

linens stale, worn and forgotten

footsteps upon footsteps

and the fading echoes of a child

 

tears washed under pouring water

a crimson stain that never quite disappeared

the ingrown grottos through which

sound and substance still leak.

 

The bookshelves that will be occupied

by strange mementos advancing into a foreign land

incongruent with the souls that linger.

 

And my grandfather

whose sleep took him to other lengths

from which he never came back

watches from a distance

a family he does not recognize.

 

And the place where once we lived

backs of doors with parallel lines

broken tiles and mended stalls

dried paint that stays like a birthmark

no longer mine.

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