It’s a shame I don’t remember much, Because so much has happened. I remember the car crash. I remember buffalo sauce, But I don’t remember much else. I don’t remember what music To which we made love. I don’t remember when Was the last time I showered. I remember being furious, And I remember feeling the stars Between each of my finger tips. I know I’ve done a lot of writing Without a lot of saying. I was afraid to open my mouth today, What stupid words would I say?