I Forget Sometimes
I forget sometimes
to set my clock’s alarm, my body a spring of coils on
these mornings
I forget sometimes
the day of the
week, recollection muddled by the moment it’s found in
I forget sometimes
the names of old
lovers, now merely bedspreads, shadows, and sounds of
indifference
I forget sometimes
when I was 5 years
old, a six-pack of glass bottles, mounted on my tricycle, gifted
me my first 13 stitches
I forget sometimes
the man I long to
be, too immersed with my consuming, never heading the
warnings
I forget sometimes
that if I hold
completely still, breathless, eyes grappling a pulsing night sky, there
are seconds when I
swear my entire being blends
I forget sometimes
what I know of
God, until blindsided by overwhelming waves of magnificence
I forget sometimes
that girl from the
park, and how when she kisses, or lies, her left index finger
twitches
I forget sometimes
the birthdays and
appointments, anniversaries, song lyrics, and special occasions
I forget sometimes
my mother’s smile,
having been granted a view of Heaven, and thus, taken it
for granted
I forget sometimes
my undeniable
momentum, too often forced, by this world, to sit still
I forget sometimes
the names of old
teachers, who saw something in me the faulty mirrors
wouldn't reveal
I forget sometimes
the laws of this
nature, like in order for growth to happen, something
must be planted
I forget sometimes
the random holding
of my breath, giggling incessantly, being fearless
while afraid, licking this life like new
fallen snow, and all the other things that
are considered childish sensations
I forget sometimes
little things I’m
glad to have, too caught up in my trials to focus on the treasures
I forget sometimes
this pleasure
derived from words, until its intensity fills me, awesome and
unmeasured
I forget sometimes
old stanzas of my
life, full of repetitive mistakes, where I couldn’t refrain
I forget sometimes
the bench where I
used to sit, back in my hometown, off the corner of
Vance and Main
I forget sometimes
the simple and
complex,
the beginnings, the
ends, and middles, in-between,
the seemingly
insignificant, as well as the essential
and the truth, about
what this all means
I forget sometimes
but sometimes, I can remember
