I Don’t Remember

I don’t really remember yesterday,
or anything from the last few weeks.
I just know that my trash can is now
overflowing with beer cans and
there’s cigarette ash on my bedsheets,
and joint roaches littered across the floor,
and there’s cum in almost all of my socks.
So I guess I’ve been masturbating a lot.
But otherwise, I’m not really sure.
It’s all a fucking blur.
And now this keyboard feels awkward
as I beat on it with my fingers,
and I don’t remember how to finish a poem.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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