3M: Proud sponsor of my memory
My memory is a jumble
of sticky yellow Post-it notes.
Not the big ones either.
I'm not so lucky.
The 1"x1" size.
Ever try to write on those?
Six or seven words, tops,
to tie down a remembrance
and carry it forward in time.
So often these notes come loose.
Fall out while I sleep. When I walk.
I find them stuck on my pillow.
The bottom of my shoe.
Crab apples. Grumpy neighbor. Clapboard. Police.
Older sister. Boyfriend. ‘Here's a quarter. Get lost.’
Salamanders. Mountain lake. Sneakers ruined.
First grade. Nuns. Brides of Christ? Escape!
My fingers work the flimsy Post-it note
paper, toying with the adhesive edge.
My mind searches for more words.
More meaning!
But there is no more.
Nothing.
And no place to scribble it anyway.
8:58:01 AM  Poems
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