MEMO TO THE FORMER CHILD PRODIGY
by the age of nine you knew everything tra-la
had met two Presidents tra-la could explain pi
memorize Shakespeare soliloquies
or checkmate anyone blind-folded child's play
violin oboe harpsichord duplicate bridge
so what then was left to do
cut corners fit in marry someone
polish silver slap your children or go back
back to one tra-la then two and so forth
‘til you learn to love all that blooms in the spring
(MEMOS, Susan Terris, Omnidawn Publishing, 2015)
Thanks to the Denver Quarterly where this poem first appeared.
Also thanks to Best American Poetry 2016 in which this was featured.