Living, Mental Health, Poetry

Memory Loss

We must leave the house at 3:45

No, wait, the bus arrives at 3:45

Aah, rinse the soap out of my hair and showering is done

Wait, did I wash my feet?

 

When there is a bullet of fog

lodged

in your brain,

it’s very easy for thoughts to get lost in translation.

 

The tricky part is remembering what the hell they meant in the first place.

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