Flat White.
A dream:
I forgot everything,
simple, no-nonsense things.
I forgot how to sew a button,
how to knit and
how to clean a potato with only a blunt knife.
I forgot how to say hello to strangers,
how to walk on ice,
how to do the crazy dance on the sidewalk
when you almost run into people
but not quite. I wake up and whimper.
I did forget:
I forgot how to fake all of this realness.
