Apr 23, 2010 02:23
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We don't forget phone numbers
we are responsible like that and don't forget
phone numbers, because--and here is the heart of it all,
this is what your teachers didn't tell you when
you said but why?, this is the illogical organ that pumps
blood and tells you things you can't be bothered to decipher,
et cetera--because we never actually, really, knew them in the first place.
All you wonderingly, confusingly know in this last place is
that you miss her like a midwestern mother
in her empty land full of, well, they look like
trophies if you squint just so and are standing far,
far away. Just like the earth looks like a misshapen
ball of blue plasticine when seen from far, far away.
It's so far you start to forget what close ever looked like and
if you ever really got up from your bed in the morning
(maybe the routine test results on your kitchen counter are
a lie;
or something that sounds like a rewinding cassette).
We don't ever forget phone numbers et
I am starting to believe
this applies to faces, too, unless she
always had that striking resemblance to an ampersand.
poetry,
writing,
poem,
whatwhatwhat,
thoughts