TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

I have no memory of me
they do

Everydayroom

Brush their teeth

Have a coffee or tea

What do they do after that?

the bath

What time do t

The letter came backthey ae

go to

What do the morning?

What do they do after they

Undelivered

'Address not found"

It said

'Sould I open it?

I said

'It might have some reminder in it"

'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"

'What happened to my memmory?

Every one seems to have a memory

Of who they aret

what do they do

'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"

What do they do after they go to the bath room

What do they do after they brush their teeth?'

'What do they do all day?

'Do they have a job?"

'What kind of job do they have?"

'who employed them?"

'How did they get that job?"

'Are they educated?"

'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss

'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"

'Do they go out with their boss?'

'What do tHEY do after they finish /

Is their boss always in a bath rob?"

Or is that an old fashioned boss?"

'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more

Things have changed

Times have changed

My memory has changed

Its faded...

What do I do all day long?

Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?

What do I do after I brush my teeth?

Oh! I don' brush my teeth

I don't have a job

I don't ever remember having a job

She always have a job

He always have a job

One has to hustle to have a job

When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get

that job


And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental


idiot

You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.

Not any more, I said

Not any more

The world has changed

The world has moved on

Even I remember that

I remember

That the world has moved on...

World is like oeople...

People move on...

America is a big country

People move on

And if you don't have their phone number

You will never see tem again

I don't have my parents phone number

I will never see them again

They have moved on....

they don't live in America

They have moved on....

I don't remeber that

Remeber what?

My parents moving on in America

They have moved on

Where to?

No one knows

You don't ahve their phone number

And my letter came back

There was no address...

Came back un-delivered

I wonder what was in it

'Open it and you will find out

I am afraid

I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter

I am afraid to find out what's in it....

I am better this way

I don't want my memmory to

come back...

So stop sending letters

to your memory

It won't be delivered

Maybe thats a good idea

I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.