today i want a nickname. all of a sudden, right now, something insane and not-me, but mine all the same. someone call me something, quick, and don’t make it mean or useless.
falling behind, twisting twirling. happily lost in remnant memories of my own recent past; kicking up leaves toward home; watching you watch me and let’s hope we both laugh as much as we ever did.
last year i was sure the leaves didn’t fall off the trees in san francisco. i had convinced myself so thoroughly that when they started to fall, this fall, i fretted over it, and had to ask people if they always did that. yes, of course, leaves fall every autumn. they all looked at me with half-lidded eyes, suspicious. was i making fun?
no, i am just that forgetful, just that blissfully lost among what was and what wasn’t and what is and what isn’t and what? what couldn’t be? don’t tell me couldn’t, please. not today. just hush, call me something i’ve never thought of before, and smile.