The Name I Call Myself
Things tumble from my brain
just fall out
like that toddler toy with the shapes
a ball half red half blue with holes
you put the star in the star hole
the triangle in the triangle
then you pull it open
yellow pieces fall out
into a shape salad
that’s how it is
words fall out
numbers
phone calls
errands
old boyfriends
pain will do this
poke holes in the brain
pain every day
start to lose things unpredictably
sometimes
I even forget
my own name.
11/30
NaPoWriMo
2014
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