decided to walk to the supermarket
in need of some fruit and butter
passed by two coffee places
stopped at the one with the golden retriever at the door

same coffee served in different cups
i can't drink any more
can't hold the cups
my hands are just full of words

breeze moving the hairs on my neck
sun behind clouds makes me think there's something wrong with my vision
something new
i collect pieces of my walk in my book

i mistake the asparagus for something else
i laugh at my self
sometimes you need to laugh at yourself
i bought some of the asparagus

now walking back i can't remember
which street it was
the left the right the 4th the 5th
it's been getting difficult to distinguish

facts are never considerate of memory
i have come to understand
if you erase the past it is still there
gripping you with real images and impressions

the street was
how do i say this without sounding existential
the street was empty yet the air was full
i remember that

memory plays tricks on me
facts swoop in to save the day
remind me of the tangerines i did not buy
oops have to turn back again