I am sitting on the toilet scared,
having a shit.
that’s all I could remember for this morning.
cold on the seat,
Stand, and try to be productive,
just walk around for a minute
you’ll get there, you’ll get there.
some days, I can’t remember anything
without remembering
that anything could be
recorded wrong,
all my memories of special places,
and special faces
rolled into a ten minute VCR film in my head
blury round the edges,
I don’t remember my house being like that.
or my neighbours cat
or the doorbell ringing, accept for once.
is this hell, in my head, or does everyone forget?
how the days blur into one,
I can’t remember the last time i tried,
to remember properly.
Or to write poetry