my morning

on a morning like this
i can easily forget you exist
that i never met you
that i never never
never
never.
why
do i do the same things
on a morning like this
i can pretend i don't care
about you or your big plans
and be resentful
reprieve from the way
i ought to move my lips and feet
tripping over words and wires
on a morning like this
i can forget and forgive
the force with which i forage for love
in a raining forest.