I Thought Up a Poem in the Shower, Then Forgot It

i must have composed
more than a dozen
telling myself to
every one
for later.
it’s 8:00 p.m.
and it’s all lost
in the
smoke of

certain things
stick out, though:
like the
pastel brushstrokes
feathering sun-set
at 4:57 p.m.
or the way my eyes
felt driving home
from work:
like someone had
packed a
thick wad of cotton balls
behind each one.

or like the text
i got from my mom
this morning
that said:
Bubba, we are very
proud of you and what you
have accomplished.
(some things make
.some days
.unlike other days.)
for dinner i ordered
pizza & wings
the family.

it took over
an hour to finally


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