How does it feel?
To have words slip from the brain
and splatter on the floor: simple evaporating
because there is no bucket. Memories are like a song that keeps
skipping to random timestamps with the click of a button but unplanned,
irregular, aimless, accidental.
You try to reread the same sentence,
yet the letters fly away like snakes-
Ah, no. Like those winged animals,
the colorful ones daddy used to point out.
Birds? Yes, birds. They used to love the yellow miniature houses when that-
What was his name again?
When that...man and I put sunflower seeds in the feeder. He used to let
me hold them on vacant fingertips: free from black oil.
I've always been allergic to birds? I don't remember that.
Actually, I don't remember anything at all.
Can you help me? Age corrodes my mind.
There is only black smoke and blurred out
faces with no "Hello, my name is" sticker on front of shirts.
Did I say something prior to this?
Yes. Yes. Yes. I said,
"How does feel?
words slip
splatter on floor
no bucket."
Must be getting better.
