my menu of recollection has
become
a buffet of first impressions
-none lasting now
blanched receipts translucent
akin to coarse-grained and
water-stained splattered
blueprints
No this before that, Not now…
No How!
or
Who knew who and when
before them
and why?
To sum,
I can no longer
summon back
So now
desolate
Cello-Soup