I Don’t Remember
Partial
fire hazard.
François,
475-4538.
The
lights with the
electric
stove problem.
That
this goes here.
The
long red burn
that
encircles my
left
leg mid-calf.
Erasing
landscape
for
livestock. Ex-
change
rates. Ex-
changing
gifts. Gift
giving. Thanksgiving.
I’m
horrible with the
names
of the people I
love
the most. I must
love
the most. I’m
not
sure. I thought
that I
had arrived to
congratulate
you on
something
wonderful.
I have
no idea what it
was. Or if this is true.
Which
makes me so
angry. Like being
branded
by fire, a
mere
infant, I’m
emblazoned
by
pure
and visceral
anger
unswervingly
aimed
at you. This
maybe
went on
forever. But I do
not remember.
