
Laura Tuthall
Memories In Boxes (2010)
I keep memories in boxes
for I’m nothing but a child
you keep everything on lockdown
to stop me from running wild
I’m just a child trapped in meat
and travelling, travelling feet
I’m just a child trapped in meat
and travelling feet
when you demand to know my name
when it was lost, when it was gained
I can’t remember
too many revelations
clouding up the mirror
you keep memories in plastic
for you’re always looking back
I keep everything on paper
to stop us from losing track
of borrowed time
and the rhymes
that illustrate our liquid frames
the renegade “someday” belief
that hollows the whole
when you demand to know the truth
the role to play, the soul to choose
I couldn’t tell you
too many different faces
crowding up the room
but you put memories to sleep now
that way they're easier to drag
so I wait patiently on solid ground
tied down tight
to stop us from going mad
we’re just the meat on the bones
that fosters the changing of names
we’re wondering what debt is owed
for running away
from yesterday road