Aug 30, 2021
8 min read
Shamble On
Brad Foster, 2021 ©
I forgot my name again.
That sometimes happens when I wake up. I force my arm towards my pocket. My hand has other ideas and grabs up the fabric as if to strangle it.
“STOP IT!!!” I yell at my hand. I know that’s what I think, but to anyone nearby, it’d sound like an angry, rumbling growl.
