WHAT WE FORGET

by on October 4, 2014 :: 0 comments

As Courtney lies sleeping on the couch beside me
Sleeping – trying to be sleeping
I dream, typing, dream
She watches the details
Wondering how far away Dallas is now

There, the Trinity River knows things that most people don’t think about
Ghost cows chatter
Trinity dries
Carries many secrets it forgets
And forgets to tell

It has smelly water

My phone vibrates
Too dangerous to answer
I set it on the table
Next to the weed

Something misunderstood
It means too much to me
Is there a way to undo what I’ve said
Perhaps a drug
Perhaps a combination of drugs

editors note:

Synaptic replay, looping, lingering; our glaring blunder, irretrievableā€¦along with sleep. – mh

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