• I have not been around long,
    but I feel old
    as the hills.
    I never forget
    everything that I want to erase,
    everything
    that has been, is, will be.
    Years collect
    in purple bags below my eyes,
    heavy like centuries,
    dragging my face down with my mind
    as both plunge out of reach.
    Yesterday I will remember;
    I file my teeth
    into points, and wait
    for the endless tomorrows.