Did I Write This? Poem by Ghazaleh Bayat

There is nothing to laugh about
When I state a joke, forget the windup
Organs hastily start shrinking
When I leave my fresh wound open
And forget to wash the blood away

I even leave pieces of my multiple selves
In every story I hungrily begin to write
And forget the idea after I hear from you

Each time I comb your hair with kisses
I never really reach your forehead or lips
Because I forget who I'm kissing and why
Time devours the concept of "you"

once I almost stopped a mad poet from suicide
Then I forgot the words sufficient enough
To optimize life
And hers were pessimistic enough to be real
Then she did it
She died.