I am taking care of yu
right now i am ready 2 care
for all living around + in me
yu may hav 2 trust
that i've much to say
all i ever ask to do is need
to ink forgiveness, make it concrete
- just now i cannot find a damn pen!
Im so sick of borrowing
tenderness from tha wolves.
Trust: that all of time is here
bumping against your perception
that love is yours, always has been
before tha words.
Trust my name not
me, somehow forget me, but know
that forgetting demands effort
is reparative but
compulsory -
Show, now, if it's love
for we're dead meat
substance-less and dis-
appeared, and worth forgetting.
In such expulsions
out of the nowhere of mind
presience reveals
trick from illusionist's nostalgia - hopping curious mammal
first blip, then ghosthood - haunting perceptability.
In this way, being forgettable
is a gift to + from
a life where we all will always be.
