too busy
to remember, or is it
at last the whispering
of old age.
leaving a key in the door,
forgetting
it's the day the maid comes
to clean
the bathrooms, the kitchen,
scrub the floors.
you forget
to buy what you need,
or why you
came to the store.
who's birthday have i missed?
what day is this?
feels like monday.
but it isn't, is it?
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