big idea

big idea
like Goliath, killed by a stoner
I am a big idea

the task of remembering my own
of unwinding enough lies
to tell myself the truth
tires me to the point I forget
I’m only untangling strings

there are scissors

each marble holds a memory of you
or a nightmare of you
I use one to hit the others
they all go flying and some of them fall off the edge
who spends all day wondering why
they didn’t catch a lifelong sickness?

you caught the back of my heel
but I can’t imagine the punishment
of looking into water and seeing you