It’s simple
I see a carved chair leg
I imagine…
Memory
You forget
what you said
until someone says it back
to you…
I don’t remember
the name of the music…
what my legs are supposed
to feel like, now they weigh
me down with sandbags…
do you ever hold still so long
you wonder if your toes
remember how to flex…
drive left-handed,
right thumb and first finger
roll pills from sticky rice film,
residue dries to fingertips…
I forgot what I was gonna say.
Oh right.
You remember how
on roller coasters…
You ever
see a poem
and whatever
organs your sternum
protects drop a foot…
there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
Remember
when I was the sunshine kid…
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