one day, i will
refuse to eat anything but ice-cream
i will forget my
name and why i came
even forget my
granddaughter and my pets' names
everything but your
love will be lost, but not quite yet
simple peeves like
losing keys are common
did i take my pills
and where are my glasses
on the tip of a
tongue like a tourniquet
everything will
vanish from my mind yet…
do not bring me down
with a condescending frown
for forgetting the
world or what is new in town
i won’t make a sound
when the agent comes around
or make knowing me
something to regret
for all the ignoring
and turning of the cheek
to let what is
nuclear from the family seep
or fall into the
sinister hands of a creep
from me recklessly? Not
quite yet
it is oedipal to
bite the hand that fed
be it clenched
fascist or utterly red
loose lips that sink
ships to an untimely bed
will cease to babble
as soon as i am dead
for the lost minutes
turning joy into blame
or wrists that are sprained
by mailing my name
get over on me now but
do not regret
it may happen one
day, but not quite yet
July 29, 2018
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