Procedural Memory
Up against the shame today I
lurch into
the office
asked the lady hey
I forgot
my phone
again I don’t have
numbers for the car to take me
home she says
it’s all ok we’ll call I tell her
better than last Friday I left the coffee on
to brew alone for hours we
better tell The Prof
she says and phones a car I
take
myself outside the packed-out
waiting room
the cold wind better
than these fears
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,. Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not
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