Forgetfulness
and the consequence is
another foray
into straddling the fences
where are we
when we're neither here nor there
When I don't have
the wherewithal
except to sit and stare
got to wash clothes
put away the dishes
tend my lame little projects
like lame little
upstream fishes
lose my continuity
pick it up once more
my mind a million miles off
trying to forget
what I deplore
what
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