Everything I don’t want to remember.
All the riots embedded in the answering machines.
Most of the carpet spills and shaky confessions about tear ducts.
That sad, sad bingo game.
you
because then I would find out all over again.
Those double entendres.
gift-wrapped and sent to your place, the high place.
Incredibly cheesy acts of eating harvarti.
but I can’t — I’ve forgotten it all — thrown it all in the dump
where a homeless man embarks upon it
sells it, lives where you once were.
Superuseless Superpower: The ability to remember things just before you forgot them: That sudden flash of nosta/|\———–Oh what the fuck am I doing? I’m going to sleep.
-Napa Valley, 1:18a.m.
But it will be forgotten tomorrow. Maybe not in the next 48 hours, but in a month, six months, a year…all gone. I will do as I do from day to day, because today is all there is.
I sometimes see a gravestone with a name that was important to that person and their family and friends…a hundred years ago. And now all we have is the name and the dates.
how long is now?
I might call my ex and tell him that I still think about him every day and that I hate him for it.
I wouldn’t expound on said undying hate like I’d want to, though, because I’m entirely too religious to think that would just be let go of.
Everything I don’t want to remember.
All the riots embedded in the answering machines.
Most of the carpet spills and shaky confessions about tear ducts.
That sad, sad bingo game.
you
because then I would find out all over again.
Those double entendres.
gift-wrapped and sent to your place, the high place.
Incredibly cheesy acts of eating harvarti.
but I can’t — I’ve forgotten it all — thrown it all in the dump
where a homeless man embarks upon it
sells it, lives where you once were.
Superuseless Superpower: The ability to remember things just before you forgot them: That sudden flash of nosta/|\———–Oh what the fuck am I doing? I’m going to sleep.
-Napa Valley, 1:18a.m.
I would tell him that, even though I love him, and, I want him.
He’s not the only one who’s on my mind, nor the only one in my heart.
Sunbathe nude, or pick someone up for a one night stand. I never do stuff like that, so I’d probably be self concious afterwards.
Watch ‘Memento’ or ’50 First Dates’…
I would cry. When memories are lost it is a tragedy.
I would consume, senselessly. And I would tell myself to not worry about calories, or fat, because tommorrow will not require bones.
Just because things are forgotten tomorrow doesn’t me their won’t still be consequences for it tomorrow.
Just ask the girl who got knocked up from a drunken one night stand that she doesn’t remember.
and here I am thinking: “all they have is the future”
But it will be forgotten tomorrow. Maybe not in the next 48 hours, but in a month, six months, a year…all gone. I will do as I do from day to day, because today is all there is.
I sometimes see a gravestone with a name that was important to that person and their family and friends…a hundred years ago. And now all we have is the name and the dates.
What would you do today if you knew it would all be forgotten tomorrow?
Forget.
Then tomorrow, I’ll remember.