Wednesday, July 20, 2016


Familiar tastes and tough times, sticky
situations and harmless crimes—

eventually, your goddamned toothless
memory mushes it all together. Until,

looking back at the end, this gummy mass has
no size, no shape, no duration.

And you try and you try to devour it or
something, but you can't, so you starve. 

At least, that's what I think
grandpa was struggling to tell me.