How to write
Where I put your last letter
The words to your favorite song
The feel of your hand on my knee
How I'm supposed to make pie crusts
Why I've got to bathe
Your grandfather's name
Your email login
Your wit
It's really too much to lose,
These memories, this mother
Did she know? How could she—
That in losing her,
I lost my audience,
My past, and
My mind
Because how could she?
I've forgotten it myself.
