IN ORDER TO REWRITE

I write my poems in order to be able to forget them.

– John Ashbery

Certainly. A monolith upside-down, a text mirrored, the thread count backwards, the sunlight in reverse, your post-scriptum relief, whatever else can be flipped. The poems are forgotten before they stand a chance of describing the forgetting.

I’ve forgotten all of these:

A Vicious National Triumph

All Kinds of Untowards Things

At Night and At Night

Behind the Fir

Borek Wielki

Brighton Water

Bruiser

Can It Just Be Nice to See Me

Cancel the Car Ride

Copse and Mirror

Dividual

Don’t Let Us Drink

Doctor’s New Date

Eric Dolphy

Excess, April 1-12

Four or Five Placid Angles

First First

Gosposia

Hairpin National

Honey Machine

Hot Cup of Soup

Lets You

Inconnu

Intent to Pacify

Kosmischer

Krakusy i Podwórka

Lava Down Cleveland Avenue

Learn in the Cold House

Left Notation

Lucky SG

Mallards Creek 4c

Movietone

Murmur Faith

My War

Naja

Near the Tape

North Canton

Oaths Hid in Rochester

Of Us the Worst Circulation

Osborne Road

Party Of Helicopters

Peninsula

Plotki

Redoubt

Riposte

Sędziszów Małopolski

Sleep on the Road

So Steamed Reaffirmation

Story 1-49

Sunlessness

The Mint Hunt

The New Gold Circle

The Sky for a Few Minutes

The World’s Biggest Necklace

Three Men

Trouble Forever

Two Centers

Valuska

You Don’t Necessarily Honor that Code

Your Arm Has Been Asleep All Day

Vestmannaeyjar

What Does Hello Mean

What Year Is This, Anyway

When They Were on Television

Wherefore, Mercy

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