Memory

by John Rocco

 

This really beautiful young woman

complained but cool about it

that when I was wasted

moon crashing into night

I licked her feet.

In a bar, in public,

trying to swallow

her flip flops.

I feel ridiculous

and ashamed.

She laughs it off

because she is cool

but I still feel great sorrow.

I feel great sorrow.

I just don’t remember doing it.

 

And all I want to do is remember it.

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