Remind Me
Christopher Stein

The gourds I have arranged on the table
are rotting I see the mold inch up the undersides
I don’t move them though it’s not Halloween yet

We have to wait until the children have gone home
and until my roommates have gone to sleep
they don’t like the way I drink, the way I talk to them

but fuck all because I’m the one that washes the dishes
after the kids go home, I can pour my first gin
smile at the music that spills from my speakers like memory

remind me, do you like to eat kimchi or not?
I can’t remember, it’s been so long
I don’t even know what nights you have work anymore

remind me