by Laurel Chaisson
Sometimes I forget that I can no longer fly
and I’ll remember right at the last moment
so the vertigo can kick in and erupt in a scream.
I’ll be balanced on the edge of reason
with my eyes closed
when I realize what a shame it truly is to be reminded.
I will fail to remember that I left my umbrella at home
when I take
Into the spiralling downpour beneath.
It’s no use trying to forget
when you have already remembered.