You hang wafer thin crinkled,
flexing and stretching
with turbulence.
A post it note on my carotid
fluorescent yellow
reminding me to settle down
not forget my spare
key, spare life,
spare tire.
Reminding me of the dozens of things I am
bound to forget
while in the company
of breath.
Like reading the road map
on the bottom of my shoe--
old, white, oxfords.
Or changing the lightbulb
flickering in the ceiling,
a parchment paper man
nearing old age.
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