Self- Forgetting

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I forget my own walk;
join the ranks
that march day in and out.

I forget who I am,
become a thermometer;
a number;
a bank account;
a sink with a leaky plug.

I become a crack in the doorway in winter.
A phone ringing with noone to answer.

self-forgetting

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