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Remembering I's
Forgetting how to let go of
conscious and
wet piano keys
and the follies and
vices
of others and
Forgetting how to go away and
leaving to
leave tomorrow and forgetting how
not to cry on pain stained sheets and
pen stained sheets
otherwise smudging
the world away.
Forgetting how to Kiss with
life and forgetting not to stare into I’s
go cross-I-ed
he remembers the color of my I’s, I forgot the
color
of my I’s a while
ago.
I forget mine, but remember his and
remembering is making a map on a soft body,
white tissues,
soft body,
god bless you.
Forgetting cheat sheets and
Forgetting win sheets and
Remember lose sheets.
Lose sheets given out for
free, but
payed for with
millions of heart felt promises
millions of please help me’s
millions of I’m losing my selves
millions of I’ll never remember’s.
Forgetting that I’m
writing with a pen but
knowing you won’t know that I’m
writing with a
pen.
Forgetting how to spell my
name is scary but forgetting how to spell
your name is hilarious
Hilarity is yours.
Have you ever been Kissed?
Kissed in such a way poetry is left on your lips and
the sky is painted on your I’s?
Kissed, forgetting your name but I’ll remember that
Kiss.
Kiss me, alphabet
I’ll reverse and
invert my way into your
meanings.
In the last moments I hear her
voice.
I would do anything to keep her
I would do anything to forget that moment.
Those darling little
please God please keep her here I’ll do anything
moments.
Forgetting that I left the water
Boiling
and my heart was left
Boiling
and my tears turned to
Steam.
My forgets in my throat and
my remembers on a paper
in pen
You are reading
pen, don’t forget.

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This is a poem about the trials of life, about the abstract thoughts of love, school, family and self. It was inspired by the works of Alice Notley