Forget Again

I don’t know the names
of the streets here
the signs on the corners
are different
from the names on the map

I don’t need to know

The ocean is that way
The mountain is that way
There is the river
Here is the hotel
The bar I like is on that other street

I know the day of the week
if I think hard enough
It is important to know

Because Monday at four
I will meet friends
at that other bar
And Tuesday at five is the dance lesson

And at some point
I need to know the day
I go home

Then for months
I will know precisely
where and when everything is

Until I come back here
and forget again

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