I wonder if I am awake or asleep
for almost twenty years now that I do not
know
where I live,
my memory of me evading my skin
and landing
on the sidestep
staring
as if I were someone else
do you love me now?
did you love me then?
will you love me when I no longer
recollect
my name?
such perfection of forgetfulness
should be rewarded somehow
I will stand
your breath in my hand
bringing the blue the salt and the sand
and who I was or used to be
will be nothing but your memory of me.
will be nothing but your memory of me.
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