forgetting
moon, you’re so goddamn new
it hurts
it hurts to think
the way you have to age
is the same
as the way I’m forgetting
things
these days
important things
like
I don’t put milk
or cream
in my coffee
or in blueberry
cake you save
a tablespoon
of flour
to coat the blueberries
so they don’t sink
yeah,
important stuff
and other stuff
too
like the shape
of my mother’s face
on the pillow
when she was leaving
for good
how her hollow cheek
looked like
a hand carved spoon
how if I tipped it
the way I tip my head
to you when the cloud passes
by
I could maybe
with water falling
hold something
of her
a bit longer
than water
falling through the cracks
of my fingers
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