Forgetting Your NameI spent the afternoon cleaning out my room, and I know I said I'd never talk to you again, but I found the inner-tube that we won at the state fair, and I found bits and pieces of the clay pot you helped me make in the sixth grade. I started to see I have all our memories stuffed into one room, and it's too much. My door won't open, and I don't know how to get out without throwing them (our memories, our shit) all away. I have to get out, I hope you understand.Forgetting Your Name by laughatyourself
I found the globe my Grandma bought me in the back of my closet. I played the game that used to consume hours of our day. My finger landed on an ocean each time. That must mean I'm going to drown. I might drown in this mess. I'm running out of trash bags.
Your Dad keeps calling me, but I keep pretending that his ring tone is actually a concert, and I'm jumping up and down. Maybe I would drown in the music. I would make eye contact with the lead singer, and we would make love until I'm sure I don't know your name anymore.