7445. THINGS I'VE FORGOTTEN

THINGS I'VE FORGOTTEN

I've forgotten how the heart skips a beat, 

how the tender lambs become the lions, 

and how the children keep trying to see 

with innocent eyes. It's all overloaded

for me. If you can't have the modern world

and all its wonders, then you can't have this.

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Sitting in this can of worms, the sweet little

thing brings me coffee. Her name says

'Chawana', whatever that is, but I decline

to invite her for dinner. I'll sit here alone instead,

dipping my pieces of bread to this olive oil in

the small plate she's brought.

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This book in my hand is telling me things :

how some things are 'superlative' and others

are 'comparative'. A grammar for the heart, and

something new to elicit scowls and frowns -

and all those things I've already forgot.