Writing is re-writing
HOW I’M FEELING
I’m up. I’m not up up,
But I’m up.
Seriously, I don’t always know when I’ve returned
from wherever it is I was, where it is
I’ve returned from.
Have I had breakfast yet?
Seriously, have I had breakfast yet?
Are you the one? Are you the one that looks at me?
Tell me What’s the point in getting dressed
When I have a face like this?
Where are my underthings?
You hid them, you put ‘em away somewhere,
So, Okay, I’m gonna wear these,
I’m gonna wear yours!
I’m a positive person, it’s true, I really am,
but I don’t know how you can stand to look at me.
I only have to look at myself once or twice a day.
I have no memory, but I know I know I know.
Now you see it. Now you don’t. Your wife’s mind,
her brains. What else would I be talking about?
Do you think, do you think
I have… a thing… that thing?
That’s true, forgetting, I forget,
forget I sometimes I forget.
But that’s not me, you know,
that’s not me, that’s not me.
I’ve… i’m just,
they say, gonna
Need someone’s gonna
have to take care of you.
I don’t, I don’t wanna go.
I don’t want to see people.
I’m the luckiest person I know.
I live here. I live in a garden!
But I forget, I… sometimes
I forget. Forget.
Sept. 5, 2017