On The Verge Of Forgetting
i have mistaken
tuesday for a wednesday
i left my cellphone
on top of the lectern
i bring the wrong book
in class
mistaken Judy anne
for a Van
oh, i forget perhaps
that i am getting into a
fifty-one
wrinkled still in
love,
rusting love
beside me in this
room
is the sea
and i am this iron
wrapped in
white salt
i do not wish to
correct all these
i am prepared
into this forgotten
ness
time shall come
and claim me then
without a trace of
memory
and that will simply
be happiness for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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