Bad Idea # 1

I grab a memory 

I look at it

I do not recognize it

I wrinkle it 

making it a crumpled paper ball

and throwing it into the paper trash.

I grab another memory 

and the same thing happens, 

another crumpled paper ball.

And so I spent the afternoon and evening 

wrinkling forgotten memories 

and the paper trash, filled with the balls  

look at me 

with its face of unpleasant memories. 

I look at it

and I see with surprise that the little balls

start moving slowly 

as they stretch 

changing shape 

now they seem like small personages

holding on to something to keep from falling. 

With some trepidation I approach 

and grab one 

I look 

it looks at me 

I unwrinkled it

I can almost feel its relief 

I suspect it recognizes me 

but I don’t it 

who cares. 

I unwrinkle them one by one 

spending all of the dawn. 

and keep them in the box of memories 

that I do not remember.

Translation by Nina Serrano

© Adrian 2014