Memory Blurs

The things that make me sad sometimes blur together now, so I can't recall whose favorite Little Debbie snack is oatmeal creme pies

or who never returned my copy of Alice in Wonderland

which heartbreak ruined baby blue or what the numbers on my phone were once supposed to mean

but I remember why The Cure puts a bad taste in my mouth and who that gray journal I won't add to is haunted by

I remember the long way home from your house to my mother's,

the reason I know what someone looks like on cocaine and how it feels to ward off fleas

I remember sneaking out at 5 a.m. & not having to sneak back in at 7,

your sister's name when I wear scrunchies

why I can't stand the pier

the reason you are who I write to even as I reference someone else