Hex Memory

Oh the memory, it burns

Like accidentally touching

a still hot stove

Oh please!

I can’t be alive anymore

Cover me, bury me

12 feet under

just to be sure

Excavate me

Cage me

Throw me in the river

Trawl me, sell me

To the lowest bidder

This memory wears me

Like toilet paper trailing behind

Like a sore on the lips

Like bad breath before a first kiss

Oh free me from this cringe!

Take me

Fly me to the heavens

and drop me straight down to hell

I doubt there’s anything

That can separate a person

from their shamefaced souvenir

What a gift

What a hex