To Forgetting

 My profound promise to myself

is I will never spend more time on a 

poem than it takes to remember it 

I have a bad memory, you see, 

and even in my 30s, I don't 

remember writing anything 

so I, and most likely 

only me, will find this 

little note and I 

will have no recollection

of writing it, what 

a joy it will be to 

find again, to remember 

the syrupy thin saliva 

in my young mouth 

and the thin viscosity

of my blood, full 

of sugar cereal 

and the hope that someday 

someone, who isn't me, 

will read this