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Half Remembered

On some days it feels like I’m made up of nothing more
than half-remembered facts from half-skimmed articles,
purveyed on postcard screens nestled in overdry palms.

But other days the memories come far too fast, a broken dam
of wishy-washy promises and overbroken dreams.
A time or ten thousand checked messages and a time or
ten thousand half-whispered screams.