i have forgotten how to speak
fluent human,
the sounds of wind on windows
eating, drinking, standing
around waiting for
my memory to return.
i can recall this only:
the work i did yesterday,
but not how i did it.
the face of a cashier
at the supermarket in my hometown,
but not when i saw it last.
a line or two of Shakespeare.
let me not to the marriage of my
present and future
admit enjoying watching
my memories leave.