Memory Wax
Memory’s wax melts in your ear; what was your name?
Spotlights melt
The wax of memory;
Birds fly unformed,
Flustered.
The letter gets lost but still retrieves its recipient
from the dispositional attitude of an address,
internal connection between arrow and halfway eaten waxy apple.
From one freedom to the next
What you say I will also say,
But after you stop saying it
Unfortunately, what I saying will crumble.
We wax our surfboards to stick through waters slip,
But to wax is ultimately to grow