I am not a collector of memories.
They are too slick.
A silicone layer surrounds each
that allows them to slide into oblivion
where they can't hurt me anymore.
But this practiced skill...
lubricant of the mind...
sends with the avalanche, the good
important,
and meaningful.
But to subvert this skill
might mean death
or suffocation without death
on repeat
which is worse.
So I beg your mercy
if your name escapes me.
But I never forget a face....
falling into categories
good....or bad.
I just can't remember why.
