i can forget. no problem with forgetting. but my body does not. the annual dissonance.
clench the teeth, cook something complicated like chicken tikka masala (in this country one has to spend hours hunting the ingredients), clench the teeth, hide.
the dead walk in my dreams, and i have no control over them. and it is too hot for snow.
i will drink with the dead tomorrow. just because i can. or maybe they need company.
today, i will just know that the beginning of augst is here, and i am here, and it will end and i will go on.