The Second Week of Forgetting

09

Memory half life __ __ __ __ __ 

Declensions of __ __ __ __ __ __

Rub the dust hard into __ __ __ __ 

Evaporative visions __ __ __ 

Nighted textures __ __ __ __ __ __

We kept the room bright __ __ __ __ __ 

Duration between a breath __ __ __ 

Measure it __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Transcribe it __ __ __ __ __ __ __

The lips keep  __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Yesterdays of skin __ __ __ __ __ 

And shadows __ __ __ __ __ __ __

The purpose of moisture __ __ __ __ 

Is dilution __ __ __ __ __ __

10

Restless window vibrations after __

depth temperature __ __ __ __ __ 

Mute distance :: and footsteps __ __ __ __ 

Intermittent counting __ __ __ __ 

Closeness and forgetting __ __ __ __ 

Six months __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Guilt synapse __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Nervous webs :: The symbolic in __ __ 

The windless air __ __ __ __ __ __

Body sucks in against the stagnant __ 

Memorystuffs pushed into shelf space __ 

You must go now and touch them __ __ __ 

But body sucks in that absence __ __ 

The again morning __ __ __ __ __ 

11

Memory immigrant __ __ __ __ 

Dark step moments __ __ __ __ __ __ 

Without descent __ __ __ __ __ __ 

The sinking settles __ __ __ __ __ 

Cloud opaque over opaque __ __ __ 

Whisper my name __ __ __ __ __ __ 

For you this out __ __ __ __ __ __ 

Crypt or script or scripture __ __ __ __ 

Heuristic ends __ __ __ __ __ __

Crushing the seeds __ __ __ __ __ __ 

Births futures __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Let the foot pretend __ __ __ __ __ 

I still tear the weeds along with the grass 

I know what it means __ __ __ __ __ 

12

Wake into __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Airsoft sleep __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Admit the cause __ __ __ __ __ __

Replication does not __ __ __ __ 

Some things remain solitary __ __ 

Each counterfactual want __ __ __ 

Weren’ts in empty archives __ __ __ 

Stray pixels __ __ __ __ __ __ __

The shovels are covered in dust __ __ 

Eyes were left __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Someone turned off the fan __ __ __ __ 

Fictions of closings __ __ __ __ __ 

Silence on the rustle of covering

The blankets were discarded __ __ __

13

Weight of __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __

It is winter and __ __ __ __ __

I guess __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __

Low arc of cycle __ __ __ __ __

More darkness adds to __ __ __ __ __

There is already darkness __ __ __ 

Stasis of the long dead moment __ __ 

Gravity has thinned __ __ __ __ __ 

But then I observe it __ __ __ __ 

Why bother with __ __ __ __ __ __

At this moment I know there is silence

Thinking of not thinking of __ __ __ 

Uncountable seeds dormant on a hillside

My ashes are __ __ __ __ __ __ __