Tuesday, December 20, 2011


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.