A poem I wrote for a class last year |
$4.90 I forgot my son’s prescription refills again this month and my homework assignment last week and to make an appointment for a mammogram next month. I also forgot to take out the trash last night scoop the cat box last weekend and buy dog treats the last time I went to the store. I’ve forgotten my children at daycare. I forget thank-you notes. I once forgot to return library books for two years. I am one of those freakishly honest people who tells the waitress when she forgets to put a drink on my ticket. I turn in money found in the Wal-Mart parking lot- even the ones and fives because those bills could have been somebody’s last. Yesterday I spent the day getting arrested for petty theft. I stole $4.90. I didn’t have to wear handcuffs or be searched or ride in the squad car but I did have to get printed and have my “face the wall please” picture taken; over $4.90 that I forgot about spending forgot to write in a register forgot to send to “we don’t take debit cards” collection agency. Names, birthdays, anniversaries, favorite foods, food allergies, whose turn it is, where my keys are . . . There are so many big things I don’t forget $4.90 is so small. |