Straightjacket

In the last five minutes,
I have checked the date
three times. Three times
it has been April 20,
2011. I check again to be sure.
And again. It is still April 20,
2011. Yet I don’t believe
my memory serves me. It is working
against me, like fish against
the current. Maybe today
is yesterday. Or it is possible
I am crazy. It is possible I am
sitting in a padded cell right now.
I guess you’ll have to tell me.
But even if you did, I’m not sure
I would believe you. Because maybe,
maybe, you’re the one who’s crazy.