i feel as though i've not done something

but surely i would not forget

something of such an importance

that could cover my body in sweat

the fingerless grip, the threadless noose

clasping tightly as though to remind me
of something

it seems ive forgotten to do

-

what i have not forgotten

is to worry of things

that my earlier sanity tended to

at the end of the day

lying limp in my bed,


what it seems i forgot, was my head.