Did I Say That

In muddled games of 'hide and seek' Announcing past stuff I recall Recollecting states of hand me downs Where I am never sure at all Conversations in my childhood My only clue those photographs A comic book of joke existences Long day summer blue-sky laughs Now that I come to think of it As more and more I try to do These misty steamed up memories No longer let me think them through How do I know what makes me up Among my route maps misdirected Like headlines of my past passed by In cutting rooms of things rejected A shopping bag less missing items Where absent minds can’t repossess Something needed from that other room I know not what and cannot guess