sep.4.2126

My mom has been dealing with some kind of degenerative illness lately, but it hasn’t been too bad. It won’t kill her, but I haven’t been spending as much time with her as I’d like to. She wastes all her time kicking around the television and blasting the radio, letting MTV and NPR rot her brain from two angles. This has been her routine ever since she got laid off and I haven’t recognized her since. It began at 9:00, she would ask me for her coffee every day. Week after week, time kept slipping all out of our hands. I’d get her coffee at 9:05 am the week after she turned on NPR, 9:30 after she discovered MTV. Now, I don’t get her coffee until 15:00– 3 in the afternoon. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed, especially since she freaks me out now. Her weird, lanky body– her flat, rounded feet– her matte, porcelain skin – but worst of all, her freakish, crow shaped head. It makes me want to vomit. Except… I never had it in me to vomit, until one day I woke up and I looked exactly like her.

sep.1.2126

I don’t remember my birthdate.
I hardly remember my youth.
I struggle to remember what last month was like.
Has there been any evidence I was born?