Memory persists.
Cracked crystal figurines
chime against the wind.
I lost her in the ice cream
soup of time and space.
Memory persists.
We are floating silk strands,
invisibly connected. Just not here.
It was a love that made me believe in
past lives and parallel universes.
Memory persists.
Rocky road, your favorite.
Distant chimes resonate
under my skin, my bones resist
only to melt into reality’s lattice.
Memory persists, but we
stay melted.
Zhenya Yevtushenko is one of the sons of the late poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko. He is a published translator, a former substitute teacher and funeral home consultant. Currently, Zhenya has resumed pursuing his undergraduate degrees in Political Science, History and English. Zhenya aspires to become a Foreign Service Officer and a literary translator. He resides in Tulsa, Oklahoma and owes his inspiration to his brothers, his mother, and to the love of his life, Olivia.
