i knew myself once but i've forgotten
after overdosing on false lashes and stilettos

a slinky red dress can only satisfy two needs
and then one night the fabric tears and you're left
naked in your shame

i tell my brain to heal itself with little pills lunar eclipses
but instead of blocking nightmares it erases important things
like sunday mornings trips to the bakery
holding mom's hand as we'd walk home
conversing in french about everything and nothing

my composition was once a line twisting and turning
stretching in colors
but i forget now
i forget i've forgotten what made me whole