Back of My Head

I suppose the back of our heads are made for things like that.
The grocery lists, the birthdays, the address of an old friend,
The carpool time, the pot roast recipe, and the long line of loose ends.
The dissolved dreams, the appointments, the where’s-my-other-shoe;
A phone number, a memory, and a song no one else knew.

Yes, I suppose the back of our heads are made for things like that.
How peculiar to think and, so to speak, this is where you’ll be too.

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Claire Maxwell’s other work has been featured in the undergraduate literary journal, Coelacanth.