Everyday, I fill myself with
forgetting. Buying, selling,
gazing at daydreams. For each day
reminds me of my mortality.
And each day, my mother's flesh
melts away in my embrace—her
skeleton, cold beneath sagging skin,
as my father's ashes burn
another wrinkle upon my face.
Everyday, I fill my self with forgetting
that I too am killing time, until time
kills me in turn. Everyday, I fill myself
with forgetting—self destruction,
atrophy, suppressed murder.
August 7, 2023-February 10, 2025
