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Volume 5 Issue 2
Page 12
Page 12
My days are so alike, I can’t tell which are special.
I toggle between sleep and dreams, dreams and awakenings, sorting
which to believe.
I got a bicycle when I was eight. Or maybe ten. I broke my arm when I was
five or seven.
I lived in six different houses in three towns. Or was it three houses in five
towns?
My first boyfriend’s name was Bobby. You don’t forget your first boyfriend.
On second thought, maybe his name was Bill.
I forget telephone numbers and birthdays and when to pay taxes.
I make lists and forget where I put them.
I hurry down the hall from the kitchen to the bedroom and then stand and
wonder why.
Sometimes the smoke alarm calls me back to the kitchen.
Last month I cried a little bit at four memorial services for people I used to
know.
I think I was crying for myself.
Do you still love me?
I toggle between sleep and dreams, dreams and awakenings, sorting
which to believe.
I got a bicycle when I was eight. Or maybe ten. I broke my arm when I was
five or seven.
I lived in six different houses in three towns. Or was it three houses in five
towns?
My first boyfriend’s name was Bobby. You don’t forget your first boyfriend.
On second thought, maybe his name was Bill.
I forget telephone numbers and birthdays and when to pay taxes.
I make lists and forget where I put them.
I hurry down the hall from the kitchen to the bedroom and then stand and
wonder why.
Sometimes the smoke alarm calls me back to the kitchen.
Last month I cried a little bit at four memorial services for people I used to
know.
I think I was crying for myself.
Do you still love me?
| Refresh My Memory By Jane Capron |