Every time I write a poem, I remember.
Every time I get a tattoo, I remember.
Every time I let the music move me, I remember.
Every time I lose myself in the stars, I remember.
Every time I feel the flow of my skirt in a twirl, I remember.
Every time I wander a new town or country, I remember.
Every time I let it all go on my back porch, I remember.
Every time I giggle like a little kid, I remember.
And in between the remembering, I forget.
When do I stop having to remember and just…know?