I have two eyes
With no irises
So the pupils can expand and narrow
Indefinitely

Music for breakfast-
absorb it through my heart.
Like a plant absorbs light.
But I scratch out Track Six
Like a plant blocks green,
because I don’t like Track SIX.

Everything I see
because making a selection
is too hard.
I can’t.
I end up looking
like a primary schooler.
First given the privilege to dress himself.

My biggest secrets
are the things I’ve forgotten.

I wish I could be the things I’ve forgotten
The amnesia
I’m in love with the way she doesn’t care.

I dream our child.
Split 50/50 genes.
A surgical device who’s name I can’t recall-
but amnesia probably can-
That cuts apart and immediately sews back
together

I dream in my sleep
the things that I can.
And everything is real
because it is all from what I
recall.

I think.
Because I must confess-
Reflections are always a bit deranged.
Ripples through my face
when a pebble hits the water.