I lost my phone

Like I lose a lot of things

It was my new glasses last month

And now the thing that tells me the time

And when to get up in the morning.

I’m afraid I can no longer trust myself

My memory does not serve me well

In remembering

I’m misplacing a lot of dear items

Those essential to me

I’m afraid to trust myself

It puts all the responsibility on me

When my memory does not serve me well.

June 2018.