like most delicacies
fried in butter
it returns to my notice
that i thought of a line
and then promptly forgot it
a phase change
caught my best in days
excavated then
some deep unwashed part of me
now lost and then gone
to one local context
and my sad reproach
and the half remembered
that makes it even harder,
and yes, oh yes, i had quite a lot to say
about something