What?

I microwave my tea and

  sometimes I forget about it

and leave the mug in there

only to hear

a frustrated shout of disapproval

and complaints of having to remove the

hot cup from some disgruntled housemate

I have a disintegrating memory

and I can imagine that it must be

hard to live with me

you know,

having to tell me the same thing twice

or three times even

I hear this daily

“I told you this last night Kevin…

don’t you remember?”

I don’t

and shopping on Thursdays with my mother

I tell her and then retell her the same things

only to find out

that we discussed this on the phone

the other night

ah, age

what a pain in the ass

and I guess it is only going to get worse

sometimes I forget if I ate dinner

the night before

and so I’ll make up a plate of leftovers

only to find that they were saved for my son

and

not

for me

“You ate yours last night, Jack Ass”

sometimes I forget if I wrote the night earlier

sometimes I forget if I posted a poem

sometimes I forget if I worked at all on my blog

little things almost never stick with me

but I can recall most big events

I knew that my grandfather passed away

and that the car had a flat tire

but, like I said

it is frustrating

so, my wife reminds me to take my meds

and so far I’ve yet to forget how to get to the

pharmacy

so at least I have that

going for me