What I Owe Others

Caroline Crew

Their dramatis personae: faith, hope and a trick. Allegiance
to some logic. Perhaps, a hot look on a cold night—

the debt is, but to whom.

I remember to pluck the forget-me-nots.
Keepsakes undocumented in my weight of assets.

I have been given so much—

at the end of his life, my father’s dementia
made loops of if there is any score I can settle, say it now.  

Why wreck a wreck that’s wrecked?

I misunderstood value: a broken ship in a bottle
is still a vessel. I have no currency to a man out of time.