with purpose I enter a room
only to ask myself “Why?”
standing… looking around…
struggling for the reason—
only to retreat backwards
retracing my mind’s steps
to the nearest beginning—
and after a while something reminds me
of my original task
and I bear for it aggressively
thinking only of it
till it’s done

it happens more now

I see a face in my head
someone familiar… or famous
whom I’ve seen hundreds of times—
I should know her… or him—
I do recognize them
but what were their names?
A…B…C… all the way to Z
sometimes helps
but not this moment—
I loathe to use th’ internet
but surrender to it… find my answer…
then repeat as many names
to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts

it happens more now

I must practice…practice…practice
like keeping post-its for brain waves
that I might fail less
in the coming tomorrows

oh God!
what was I just thinking?

it happens more now