like endless names forgotten
not that they're worthless of
but simply forgetting to remember
and why should
they're my names.
which one will you know me as?
you haven't remembered.
i could speak words to you
tumbling out of my lips and circling around you before
falling to ash
ashes to ashes, scattered at sea rather than six
undressed and naked as the tip of the tongue
for talent but unable to find a drop
droplets of anything
desperate on the tip of my tongue, dry, lips, cracked,
gone in a wisp of smoke carrying everything
carrying away my words.
not that they're
worthy of remembering.