at times,
misplace my wallet, or glasses,
or some
thing
when i'm in a careless state
of mind,
i might be late,
or forget
a date on the calendar,
but what i don't forget
are words,
looks,
askew glances.
lies, or truths meant
to prick my thin skin.
i never forget
a slight,
which is an awful burden
to carry around
when these memories
pop up again.
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