Never Going Back Poem by Julia Luber

Once these places are left-
One can't look back. As if one's head
had eyes behind their thighs and
Ears between their legs: As if the line:
One had to see existed as a thing only for that time.
And in its wake, you were somewhere else.

And it had been replaced by some other sign
Which meant it all had passed!

And memory had no right to save
Its impact in that perfect space-
would be nothing but like contract slave
to making sure that it were there
And Seen between the legs behind the ear and under

The Hair.