a bright red hat

I know
things I shouldn't know.
and don't
know many things that
I should.
I have a cluttered
brain,
an attic of old thoughts,
webbed
memories, distorted
facts
and ideas
that don't get lost.
I know
who I am, by now.
where I live, what
my needs and wants are.
I know
each fault,
each wrong turn that I've
made along
the way.
I know this. I know that.
I know
that you look fabulous
beneath the sunlight
in a bright red hat.