Feb 1, 2017
Acts of Contrition
I know the act of contrition. Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee ...
I know a handful of prayers. Our Father. Hail Mary. Glory be.
I know facts about my childhood. The rules to the fortune game. The steps that led to the parish church: seven.
I know the date of my birth: the twenty-ninth of fucking December.
I know a few poems by Jack Perlutsky by heart: Homework, Oh! Homework I hate you / You stink.
I know the first line of a Wordsworth poem: The world is too much with us ...
I don't know what I wore yesterday. I do know I wore black slacks. However, I don't know the color of the tie even though I hung it up in the closet an hour ago.
I do not remember what I look like. I have to look in the mirror to remind me.
Why is that?