Delete
An intricate design cross-wired
To gather knowledge
And tuck away what was learned.
We talked once
Of how we stored information.
Interpretation must be the key
To remembering anything.
When you said, "I don't remember,"
I envisioned a
Massive file of trash
Where you filed
Such moments
And at the last
All waited there
For your delete.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2015
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