Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

8.22

Dear mother, forgive me. The therapist says I have a fixation, which perhaps explains why I haven't talked to you since that wholly unremarkable Tuesday on the twentieth of April, 2003. I barely remember.

3 comments:

  1. This hurts, and I can't explain why.

    It feels unfinished.

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  2. It is unfinished. I wanted to write more; I tried three times. Each time, the integrity of the work crumbled as I slathered on more greasy paint in an attempt to make the whole thing relevant.

    I didn't finish it because of 8.22b and because I ran out of story.

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