Something Sweet in Forgetfulness: Cecile Forman

April 8, 2020 Kate Belew with Cecile Forman (San Francisco)

Been trying to count the threads
but I keep finding focus difficult.
Do you remember the noise of static on the radio?

I even miss that now. 

Unraveled conversations, lost in 

faded dyes and open windows. 

Maybe we already want to forget today 

but I don't sleep before it’s morning now. 

Not that I complain, though, but

what a time to take stock of 

my spools of yarns and tales and tails.

And what was that story? About the woman who

kept losing her mind and find it in odd places?

There is something sweet in forgetfulness

Poppy honey, lotus nectar?

And so I tell that story again.