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.
