I can’t recite Shakespeare 

Or know how to use veracity in a sentence 

I can’t even remember what I ate for lunch yesterday 

But I can recite your love letters 

Know what it means when you look at me that way 

I can remember each freckle on your face 

I’ve memorized the routes your lips take

I can tell you what your favorite book is and how your smile lights up rooms 

But don’t expect me to remember 

if I fed the cats and locked the door too.

( I’ve been having a rough time lately. Been sick, family’s been sick, can’t really keep my mind on a particular thing for too long because these headaches are no joke. But we gotta keep going, especially when you’re the caretaker. So this particular night I took an edible and tried to write, and this was the result. )