Oh I’m sorry, I forgot how to speak, I forgot how to put two and two twogether, I forgot how to keep us together, I forgot how to put that into words to string up over my window like prayer flags, wouldn’t that be cool and hip? Informed? Wouldn’t I be so fucking cool if I could spit out cloth, sticky wet cloth, and spin it together into my own wall hangings, wouldn’t that be so cool? I’m sorry, I forgot how to say no. I forgot your birthday. I forgot your place of residence. I forgot how to order up french fries and chocolate milk. I forgot how to remember you.