people keep looking at me.

"Almost everything serious is difficult; and everything is serious." -Rainer Maria Rilke, to a young poet

Never too far from home

What Brooklyn looks like

"I Spilled my Latte on Myself"

I forgot you!

I forgot your name.

I forgot your face.

I forgot where you live!

I forgot sitting on a stoop with you,

Smoking American Spirits

And talking about feminism

Before were were

Each others'.

I forgot quitting together

After our first month.

I forgot about the time

You told me

I must be lying--

Because no person 

Could possibly be

As perfect

As me.

I forgot crying together

When we had sex.

What is sex?

I forgot meeting your family

At your mom's house

In Connecticut.

I forgot you meeting my family

At my sister's graduation

In Florida.

(I forgot splitting your airfare).

I forgot when we told each other

We were family.

I forgot stealing chocolate

From bodegas

With you.

I forgot stealing time with you.

Our favorite ice cream flavors,

The way your cologne smells

Like trees and candy,

I forgot sleeping face-to-face.

I don't remember 

If I've ever slept before!

I forgot how we used to

Breathe each other's air;

And summer skinny dipping

In that brook

By those houses; 

Or what we did

On top of that rock.

I forgot watching the sunrise

Together

The night we met.

Unopened promises.

I don't think we made 

Plans for the future.

Did we?

I'm really sorry,

I got a new phone

And I lost 

All my contacts.

Who is this?

--

Being a grown up is hard.