Three Faces (Cyanoacrylate)

I want to fly so far away that I’m forgotten
To remain impressed in those I never knew
Magic glue
Disappearing and cementing
Strong and hidden: self-extending

It’s easy:
“I know no one
And no one knows me.”
Is knowing actually a real thing?
Is it all just thought and feeling?

In aging our memories shrink
In others our memory grows

Early 2010s:
I didn’t live in Bellingham;
His broken nose: a rhizome root
My crooked face is ash in wind

I didn’t blackout each weekend
No tears in soup or oldest friends
No life before this moment
A memory of a memory:
A story of self controlling me

In aging our memories shrink
In others our memory grows

I’d be devoted to distance
If not for aging parents;
Boxes in the attic
Mold forming in absence