One

is the silence of the sun. A window.

A door. Things that shouldn’t be.

A clock is the wisdom of a month,

laughing at me in rolling laughs.

I told you in something in-between,

something over here in French.

If you are curious find me.

Study, again. See if you can overcome the obstacles,

the CAPD. Try. And in return I will give you a candle holder

like I have. Green like a lantern, but for a candle. Buy me

a candle holder and relearn your French.

She said it was real. I had a friend named Buzzie once.

Who only lived to 28. The part of my brain that stores

memories to look back on was neurologically damaged.

And perhaps those memories can’t be found.

I had a friend named Buzzie once. And only a few memories.

I am balancing between respects. In my family

no one talks of Disneyland. One.