Phone book

Inside of myself I am starting to think

that this exploration is more like an adventure

or than a lesson.

Like when I turn the doorknob slowly enough to realize

anyone on the other side could hear me,

but these sorts of things take years to realize,

and more to realize again.

Once forgotten I'll put your patterns on the wall

and it will be kindergarten all over again.

Not that we aren't smart,

I think we just forgot how to try.

Likewise, I'm always backwards with myself

and I'll never really forget anything

but I can't remember anyone's name

when I really  need to.

I've been lying in a pile of phone books making prank calls to strangers.

Reviews

[roarke]

Nice. No ambiguity here, excellent. Your inner exploration is paying off with strong prose. Write more of this kinda stuff.