I
bumped into the memory man
the
other day—
(we’ve
been crossing paths often
lately)—
I
listened to small things
which
gave me small reactions.
But
when he arched his eyebrows
as
if asking, was I ready?
I
left the memory man
where
I found him and
conveniently
forgot where
that
place happened to be.
The
only thing is that
he
knows how to find me
he
finds me every day
and
every day he asks the question
and
every day I say, “No thanks.”
One
of these days, I guess.
It
will be one of these days.
