It feels weird, that
I could cherrypick
what to and
what not to remember,
Some things, you
just completely dismiss
till someone says,
"Remember when.."
Then out comes the
flushed memories, idling...
But others?
You can't even scoop out
from that bowl of a head,
Even with a sharpened,
heated spoon.

I cherrypick over days that I don't understand and
when I walk into class an hour past nobody asks why
because the truth is we could all have *** up our sleeves in the time that it takes
for a drug-sniffing teacher to say "marijuana"
but today I wasn't crushing a blunt in the handicap lot
No,
last night my alarm clock died in its sleep
bless its life
and bless my rest, sometimes
I can let life do the cherrypicking for me.