You will forget everything you know
the lean legged woman, gone
as soon as a cup of coffee
or an ****** thought
hot becoming cold
like the body keeping you here
The monster made whole
by a mirror
Even this gets forgotten
despite how often we are reminded, then
shrink from every moment
to grow into what comes next
I do not want to be certain
however sure I am
of a bare bodied thought
I wrestle with words
my language becoming limbs
that reach for tactile friction
on fingertips to remember that
even now, we are dying.