forget {July 2007}

Hot air is blowing in, when I want it to be cool. The room is
Stuffy enough already. My eyes are dark, cannot see.

You say that my heart grasps on to what I treasure, somedays
I forget about that. Today is one of those days. I flail and backflip
around my things, my threads. Is
this really blessing? This yoke is too much to bear on days like this.

On days like this, I wish I could stand up straight once again

What is my name today?

To be free, I forget. Somedays I allow my brain to empty itself. Somedays
I forget.

When I forget You, I forget everything.
how to walk, how to put one foot in front
of the other.

If I just lay here, maybe
Just maybe, You will come
And I won’t have to remind myself
What my name is

~ec