Oh, all the words I should not knownthose doctors wrote on me.nSwell up and from their syllablenwon't let me get to sleep.nThe sun will start laternClock out earlynand I'll drive aroundnand wait for it.nFollow familiar roadsnEmptied of every memorynunder a sheet of silencenand unmarked snow.nnThen idle in some parking lot.nsmoke half a smoke and asknSt. Boniface and St. Vitalnpreserve me from my pastnRepair our potholesnPrevent plant closuresnand if they remember me at allnmake them remember menas more than a queer experimentnmore than a diagram in their quarterlynmake them remember me