I forgot. Or I’m the Queen of
Invisibility. Sometimes I’m the door
the unidentifiable insect keeps flying 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.
