I'm forgetting
what it's like
to be a human being
to breathe breath
to talk words
there are beads spread out
all over the floor
of this small apartment
you always said it was so little
with your big house
and your big bigness
how very big of you
when the sapphire
fires
there will be a blue haze
overcoming me
and i will be there
but not
because i forgot
that's what happens
when you can't breathe breath
you lose yourself
bits and parts of that little brain
how very little
how little of me is left
circular circles
with holes cut out
strung strings
the stuff of paupers
this is the stuff
stuff's made of
atoms and bombs and car phones
and hearts and bloody bloody bloods
don't forget about me!
i forgot me at home
i forgot to pick me up at school
i forgot that today's my birthday
any day is a day
every day feels the same
erase it restart it get over it forget it
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