i often forget i have talked to someone.
or that i haven't talked to someone.
i forget what day of the week it is.
i forget names.
sometimes i forget how old i am.
i think memory is slippery
------->even when you're young
i imagine my memory like a tiny seal:
darting in + out of rivulets of thought
spiraling down inlets + gliding along tides.
he is small + dark + bright eyed.
he is sometimes my friend + sometimes not.
+ sometimes he makes a fool of me.
but he is mine.
+ i am his.
we are a pair.
tomorrow we will try to work together.
i have been promised nothing.
it will be a wild ride out to sea.
i am looking forward to it.
but for now i am happy:
i know my age + that having little rats get stuck in your shirt is a good way to get tickled, scratched, + nearly squish said rats.
+ no one wants squished rats.
xo.
You, friend, are hilariously random. It's really strange the places that seal pops up, isn't it? Every now and then some rhyme about tethering leather with a feather in fair weather pops into my head. I think I got it from some old journal you left lying about at Scott's place. Any odd little gifts the seal brings you?
ReplyDeletesee following post for an excellent example.
ReplyDeletebut that rhyme sounds terrifically familiar + much like something that would come out of my mouth or fingers.
i am full of funny little words.
i'm o.kae w/ it.