like breadcrumbs. Without the blazes marking
white the well-worn way. I forgot—the wheeling
orange spirals inside red, the lilac-
pink corollas you had sent. My brain's still
working, you said, and took a picture,
sent it in a text. What about the laughter?
The sandwiches from Graul's—you paid, remember?
The margaritas salty as our talk?
You forgot…the girl who preps your meds—
you said you'd be away, tomorrow and tomorrow.