'Forget-ful' by Jane Pearn

This piece was commended in the Mostly Life Competition.

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Forget-ful


I go to get a thing and
why am I here?

In the doorway, baffled – get? for?
for what? get what?
what for?

Mind seems to have gone
(on a short break? a round-the-world trip?)
without me. I need to be re-
minded.

I ask it
Where did I put the keys? What’s
her name? Who wrote
the poem that made me laugh last week?

No answer.

Mind has no spaces for such stuff,
being so full of forget.


Jane Pearn