It's Billy Collins again.
I could lie and say that I forgot I shared a Billy Collins poem last week, but that's not true. I just can't get enough of Billy Collins (that's always been true).
So, not because I've forgotten, but rather because I love "Forgetfulness" (and can relate), here it is:
Forgetfulnessby Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Don't forget to visit Linda Baie, who has the roundup at TeacherDance.