Friday, May 08, 2009


I forget, but I do not forgive.

Outrages persist like old report cards, buried away in some drawer, their scribbled grades still unfair.

I set my memories free years ago. Today one returns, having claimed everyone's past in my name. Thirsty, and a little lame, but irrevocably mine.

Childhood is a time of unforgivable happiness.


equivocal said...

"Childhood is a time of unforgivable happiness." That sounds familiar, but it's all yours-- not bad, not bat at all.

Anonymous said...

Unforgivable happiness? what is that?