Because I Can't Sleep!
by Eronn Cantu
I can’t remember yesterday,
I think it lasted only minutes really,
but I can remember my dirty feet,
from being bare the entire summer.
I remember my grass-stained knees from tumbling, wrestling,
hard play in the yard.
I don’t remember yesterday,
yet I remember sitting in the back seat of my friend’s brother’s
Monte Carlo, “Cheap Trick” screaming from his speakers,
and knowing, he was the coolest guy on Earth . . .
I think he is a policeman now . . . or did he join the army?
I remember surfing on the top of a car, wind blowing my hair,
my heart beating out of my chest, and freedom singing from my lips.
So why can’t I remember yesterday?
I remember kissing, my stomach swirling,
the sweet tingling on my lips;
I remember strawberry shortcake ice cream bars,
and puking after my first cigarette . . .
But I cannot remember yesterday!
Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow, when I’m 40.