forgetting how to write poetry
is like forgetting how to put a spoon in
your mouth
When the simple act of scraping that last wet mouthful
of rice and beans
and regular Valentino
and chicken apple sausage comes
into realization
and your hand gripping the spoon feels a degree off so you adjust and it feels more wrong
and your lips wrap around the spoon
like they have never done anything like that before
but the food is down the hatch
before you register it’s gone
and you realize you never even remembered
to sit in that last spoonful
let it simmer on your tongue
the one you’ve saved until the very end
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I love the slow motion feel of this poem.