Remember the way
light soaks
into wet streets
on Tuesday morning.

and how words
are shared
smeared, cut up,
divided out.

Remember how clumsy
your smile
can be,

how fingers and
shadows make
excellent shows
against cave wall.

Remember the cave.

Remember the
loneliness, the isolation,
the cruelty.

Don’t drag my memory
under the rug and leave
it for the dogs to dig up.


It is the only way
to find your way back.