REMEMBER SAMMY JENKIS
-- after Memento
Someone has slipped
another note under
the door -- a message
claiming to know me.
Familiarity is a parlor trick.
I practice to make it instinct.
I must tattoo this fact
under my sleeve.
The note wants me
to answer the telephone.
I remember Sammy
as my inked hand instructs;
Another man without
a recent history --
a clean chalkboard,
my repeated lesson.
I write a note
to take better notes.
What did I just say
into the phone?
Who is this?
I would kill
for a new memory.
J.P. Dancing Bear
