NOTES ON HOW TO AVOID MEMORY-LOSS (1)

I can't lock you in:

you are the street of sparrows and madmen.

I can't smooth you out:

you are a lascivious dark knot of wetness.

I can't capture you:

you are the gallop of the wandering horse.

I can't love you:

you are every mythic fear.

I can't dream you:

you are the crazy idea that feeds my insomnia.

But I can know you, because

you are me, with a different skin.

© Miren Agur Meabe