He doesn’t remember anymore
how he came into possession
of the junk that litters the floor.
He’s moving on.
Later he’ll remember how precious
they once were –
Nikon camera, Mrs. Field’s cookie can,
old fountain pens, calling cards,
directories, mugshots, passports…
But memory must discard them all:
Nude we arrive, nude we leave:
The only way to survive is to forget:
Erasure is worth remembering.
She’s a bitch.
Why does he persist in thinking about her?

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