it will be yesterday

tomorrow I'll remember the

book buried in sand to

morrow I'll remember the ph

one rang under the bed

tomorrow I'll remember a fauce

t opening my hands tom

orrow I'll remember the s

tone I dropped off a cli

ff ttomorroww I'll remem

ber a whistle found in a

closet tomorrow I'll re

member tomorrow rem

ember the tomorrow of a

fire on the table tomor

row I'll dismember the

leg that sweat on a

porch tomorrow I'll reme

mber to remember the

coins I threw at your

sister tomorrow I'll

remember the cancer I

saved in a jar tomorrow

I'll remember to forget

the sandwich crushed in

your pocket tomorrow

I'll remember today to

forget the ladder sliding

down a wall tomorrow

I'll forget the page co

vered with blood tom

orrow I'll remember the

ash I mixed in the milk

tomorrow I'll never remember

tomorrow and remember to forget

the suitcase burning in the basement

...ese animal furtivo

que ya no vive entre mis dedos.

- Julio Cortázar