We say time drags on
Because we do not roll over it.
It clings to us, roughly.
It leaves us gasping, pink and bloody.
I'll always be from Pittsburgh,
Even if I could become a Montanan,
and a student teacher throws away his backpack,
Carries a briefcase with the tag still on it.
Experience and close acquaintance are forever.
We can't forget, but we forget why we remember.
They are a never-ending Rorschach test,
Making shapes of whispy clouds and week-old bruises.
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