The late year lingers in the lungs
emerging in wheezing coughs,
desperate expulsions,
ready to be gone, to make way for the
fresh inhalation of a new, crisp day,
replace the mouldered goal with new promise,
more durable, perhaps,
like to live another year and
be gentler to those you love,
(and especially)

Better Living Through Memory Loss

Fill the Arby’s collectible glasses with champagne and confetti,
let us toast to a new year and resolve to be
forgetful of the last, the last,
and several others, let us
forgive through our forgetfulness –
(Oh, you’ve wronged me? How?)
let us both forget, let us
be stupid for eachother, let us
sip and sip until our heads are full of sweetness,
and let it trickle, gently, surely,
spreading a great warmth.