i
stare into a liquor store, upscale
sales
just a little bit more
a
bottle in the window
a
liquor i’ve never seen before
the
label simply reads,
“laced
with Lethe”
i
purchase
i
imbibe
the
rivers of my mind empty
into
an endless sea
and
disappear
i
can’t even remember why i drank
why
i purchased
why
i walked
why
i wrote
i
am not free
i
am not fettered
i
drank from a bottle
with
lethal letters
midnight
is the beginning of morning
i
stumble into oblivion
and
finally understand
the
sin in is the synapses
and
in the mercy of the gods
one
of the five rivers was Lethe
where
the inhabitants of Hades
could
forget
i
forge among the foliage of forgotten poems
replacing
memories
like
an amnesiac relearning the alphabet
and
when i relearn me
i
return to that liquor store
find
they have more
linger
by their door
with
an open bottle
and
fall in love
with
the failure to remember
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