April 14 - When I Used to Know

The steaming breath
of winter’s ghosts
swirl and pirouette
lithe dancers clad
in misty skirts of
lacey fog
that twirl and dip
spinning 
riptides of desire 
to see
just to see
if only for a moment
scattering schools
of old memories
startled
shiny silverfish
darting
this way
and that
desperate little
Polaroids
that fail to congeal
into the snapshots
of what
used to be
clutching the edge
of a face
the scrap of a name
what town was that

I used to know

these things
I used to
know…

Excuse me…
but do you
know
where I live
I'm certain I knew
a minute ago...