Vikas K. Menon
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?