I am about to say something but falter. Then later: I am about to say something but must stop myself.
I am about to say something and I realize I’ve forgotten what I was going to say, or that I was just planning and had nothing to say after all.
I already had Chanukah and so am canceling Christmas.
I guess I wrote a Missed Connection to no-one or to myself.. Except I got responses and they were cryptic and exact. How could anyone else have known to say those things to me? Four-letters, Nick and Nora’s dog?
But it didn’t come from anyone and I begin to wonder if all those times I might have actually said all of those things– emailed myself in waking dream and awoke with no memory. I’m responding to my own love letters.
I don’t want to complain about the sentences. I’ve already done that so much and I’m sure the rest is self-evident.
I’m sorry. Please stay tuned.