thoughts | issue 011
I forget men's faces at the instant
I forget men’s faces
at the instant
their eyes in shock,
their eyes contemplative,
their eyes twinkling with desire,
their eyes far away.
I forget a lot of details, a lot of things;
the sweetness they bring
the frustration from jealousy
the tears, also the boredom
the warmth and wetness
the emptiness after a rage
I forget their words, or their meanings
their promises, especially those on a page
I forget their faces,
at the instant,
merged as one,
along with their voices, their sounds
for a distance,
yet they still come
and it’s an endless
forgetfulness I am wont to apologize for
but I’m not sorry. I just forget.