She kisses people
on their knees.
It’s where her lips are anyway.

Not always,
but often enough
that it’s Her.

I don’t want to forget.

If it were more often,
I wouldn’t.
But it wouldn’t be the same.

It is just enough that
I will likely forget
when she is no longer small,
spontaneous,
or strange.

I forget so much.

So:
She kisses people on their knees.
She kisses people
on their knees.
She
kisses people
on

their

knees.