Something Slips My Mind By Reid Baer The stout and stern lady bank teller looks Up at me and says, “I can’t cash this check.” Two panic attacks and three decades pass Then she follows up with her next line, “Your Driver’s license is expired.” Oh, what a Jolt man – an electric shock blows through my Nervous system as I walk automatically Out of the building way too self-consciously Thinking hard, man, about that incident. Was it so important? I climb aboard My bike not realizing I’m still breaking The law behind the bars cruising back home Minding the speed limit oblivious To all else pulling into the garage Opening the side door and collapsing Onto the couch … day dreaming of more than A developmental blunder – it’s like Critical, man. After these moments with An unquiet mind it dawns on me that I’ve been moving illegally for weeks. Now I can’t budge. I’m stuck on just one thought: What else have I forgot? And how deeply Have I been lying? And to who? I don’t Know what to do with this lifetime. Do you?