4/30

I’m better with faces 
than I am with names
and I’ve already forgotten 
almost every day I’ve lived.
There seems
to be something erasing me,
rubbing and scratching out
all those moments
that’ve created who I am,
something following me,
leaving me
stricken from the record
just a crack in the concrete.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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