100

I am almost certain

in an emergency

your name would

escape

my mouth. Not

when I go

to Starbucks or

make food for

myself. No

but maybe during

a monsoon. Or

driving

too fast. Car

crash, alien

abduction.

What it would take,

a UFO, the sword

from a mantle

for me

to bleed

in admittance

or even worse

it could just take

that dream. The one

where you

openly forget 

my face. Sock me

in the gut, here,

the punchline

for an untold

joke. I know

life is a coma

life is 10% to the

90. Too bad for you

to be the 10%

not 90.

Especially

for me. Meaning

for me you are

extremely

forgettable

forgettable

meaning you are

the only thing I could

forget. Meaning

for me, with you.

I do

remember

everything—