in which everything new becomes old

the dog curled in commas,
chasing its tail,
and when the tail was captured
the dog was surprised and let go
only to begin chasing again
thirty seconds later.

my grandfather perched his bones
in a wooden rocking chair,
and as he rocked he railed against
progress like the internet
and cell phones
forgetting that he once drove
the first model T in
outagamie county.

you tired of her sameness
and her constant presence,
and when you slept
dreamless beside me
for a handful of nights
you conveniently consigned to oblivion
the fact that she once was new.

i was new, too, and
i sure as hell knew you –
a goddamn amnesiac
just waiting to fail to remember.

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