Notebook of Recorded Invisibility

Notebook of Recorded Invisibility

 

 

living in my mind's rubber room

thoughts bouncing off white walls

there is writing on my tongue

but sense is a different coat of paint

 

I love everyone I love

but I don't know their names now

people take notes on me

but the ink doesn't stick

 

I am you in the bad times

I am not sure who I am in the good times

my clock is broken

the hands of intelligence stopped on a dime

 

I love you if you remember who I am

I just wish I did.

the mirror shows a stranger

I've not yet met.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/10/25

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

Damn. I watched as my paternal grandmother slipped away into Alzheimer's and this just took me right there. Good writing. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Jim.
j.