i can remember
the phone number i had when
i was
ten and the phone
was black and
hung from the kitchen
wall
with a thirty foot
gnarled cord, but i
can't remember where
i put my
keys an hour ago, or
what i had for dinner
last night.
some things i choose
to forget,
but other things just
don't stick.
it's not dark yet,
but it's getting there.
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