Friday, 15 April 2011

day/poem 15



(mid-way through, and i have a feeling i'm going to miss this  when it's over... 
this is a true story.  the guy in question had been introduced to me sometime in the semi-distant past as a potential... he was a little miffed when i couldn't remember who he was)


-- was it that time when... --

i am not joking
when i say i can't remember
not  being modest when i tell you
i'm terrible with names
believe me when i tell you
i don't deal in false modesty
and all your pointers
'you know, the one'
'remember, that time when'
aren't going to help
there's nothing there to be jogged
i wish my retrieval system
was better equipped
to perform on demand
without error or glitch
but like i said, i'm not fibbing
no word of a lie
i just really, really, really
can't remember how i know you

sorry...

1 comment:

  1. haha... I've had a similar experience more than once...
    "so nice to meet you," I say
    and then I am told
    of the one or more times we've met before...
    "Oh, yeah, whoops" I say
    even though I don't really remember them at all
    it can be kind of embarassing
    but then again,
    is it my fault
    they didn't stamp
    enough of an impression
    to leave a them shaped imprint in my mind?

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