(A) Dark Matter

[cupcake_08]

My only joy is in forgetting
When thought
When memory
Is a pink blob that
Oozes between my fingers
Too faint, too thin
To have any real hold

Only then can I smile
Walk and laugh and go about in the sun
Like everything is normal

Thinking
Really thinking
Remembering the cold truth again
Is what congeals
Becomes hard
Is solid and crushing