i walked home last night
on streets i didn’t recognize
they were too familiar for me to know them
or to separate them
from what memory said
these walls
these drawers
these drapes
this doorknob
there is some trick to opening it
but i can’t think of it
it’s so much worse to admit you’ve forgot it
than it is to pretend
it led to a made up world instead
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 