poem

 Too Much To KnowThere are only so many things one person can knowat any one moment. No one has an infinite capacityFor photographic memory, at least not very many of us. I worry I wasted near 50 years Of neural space on fictional namesstrategies for winning silly gamesAnd other ornate schemes contrived to keep me saneUseless facts and listless lyricsto songs I don ' t even like Phone numbers and addresses to places and people I ’d rather forget I still know baseball statsof middling American Leagueinfielders (Jerry Dybzinski!) from the eighties I know combinations to lockersReeking of caged sweat and humiliationI ’d like a reset   I ' d like to forget       the order of all numbersBecome a dry spongepoised above a chalice of holy water             a cleansing scrub, wipe away most everything The word for sleeplessness, for instanceso I can finally sleepThe various synonyms for depressionso I can say everything is just darkSo I can make it less of a blue obsessionMy default facial expressionswhen you ’re searching for words to describe your own pain Forget my name   and who I ’m supposed to beForget what it felt like to actually become   what I thought I was supposed to be meFall in Love!   Rafael Belliard!Give away your heart!   Onix Concepcion!D...
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