Vikas K. Menon
UNSHRIVEN
they say you must abolish your self
others burn their lack with bourbon,
fall into the easy incandescence
of the night. thy juggle their intoxication
and selves, a furious circus.
they scare off what they seek.
but you–you are here for me.
among my many selves
I keep you close to me–
a dazzling future tense,
a pastless, unrelenting be,
a footprint sandstorms disappear.
some say forgetting is just another door.
tell me, dear one, tell me again
just what was it I was looking for?
Difficult Degrees 