sometimes I forget the time 
and it could still be 
early in the night 
then the alarm corrects me 

sometimes I forget 
where I am and then 
I quickly switch accents 
to ask, “how can I help?” 

sometimes I forget who I am 
feeling like I can do anything 
then you kiss me grounding me 
in these four dimensions 

narratives compete 
against themselves 
they become sharper 
more compelling 

dazzling the listener 
viewer reader 
participant 
may the best me win