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Also, so what?!

I forgot.  Or I’m the Queen of

Invisibility.  Sometimes I’m the door

the unidentifiable insect keeps bumping into.

Be patient.  Adjust glands.  Imagine someone

naked.  I harp on sex and wonder if I’m an

addict.  And, if so, which part is the addiction.

I wonder these things about several people and then I

talk for a while to a piece of paper.  Earlier, while

laughing about how much I forget, I was reminded about

something I have forgotten.  A promise I made.  I was

happy to be reminded, even though it is now im-

possible for me to live up to my promise.  I

enjoy the memory of the promise.  It opens me up

to new possibilities.  To new promises.