I don’t have a memory like a sieve:
I have a memory like the big ass
colander you use to drain spaghetti
with the huge holes you could drive
a whole day right through and
out of sight, with all its names
faces dates flavors
aromas chocolate ice cream
stains down your shirt the kiss
that made you miss the drip—gone.
Gone
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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