Monday, April 26, 2010

RE: Today what I wrote

I am old…I remember shit

This is a conception.
This is a confession.
This is a emotional memory.
Do not read this.
There were no Jews in 20 miles I was born.
Or blacks.
Who knew no Jews. Or why.
After the fact. There were no signs.
Then or now ( check I don’t care)
And nothing out of the very very ordinary was known for sure.
No one went anywhere. Without an invitation.
There is nothing to go back for.
Nothing found writing this.
You can look it up.