katt nasty

Forgetting

Things I threw into a box
discarded
a year ago

a pair of old
socks
a bouquet of wilted
promises

soft
stolen
kisses
carefully wrapped
in silk


a string of secret
name-words
and
bright beads
I wore
on a
sodden
night
in
New Orleans

a purple souvenir
of just how
we
slipped into the
mood and
painted the town red
when
you
got your first
job

things here
and there
a solitary strand of
hair
caught
in a
loose thread
on a ...