Fishwife
He says I'm cold
unemotional.
I can forget people
entirely
in a time proportionate
to how long I've known them.
I have no memories of
the hundred or so girls
I had a one night stand
with;
nothing but a faceless
mask in the bedroom
(or kitchen, bus
shelter or this one time
on the top of a double
decker bus we were painting
though I think she was
a redhead. Or was that me?)
Past lovers get deleted
from memory
because I need the
storage space for stories
snippets of
conversation I hear on the street
and he's disturbed by
the ease
I forget people once
held so dear;
by the assumption that
after twenty years
he would forget me as
easily as I would forget him.
I blame it on my mother
dying when I was too young
to have developed
social intercourse
but the bottom line, I
can reluctantly admit,
is I'm just an asshole.
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