How it happened doesn't matter,although I could swear I did the thing that I forgot.
And what it more, I don't remember the
forgetting, didn't wake up in the night,
that oh-my-God-what-was-I-thinking flash that sends
me scurrying to do the thing that was so
pressing on my mind my brain would not ignore
it, let me sleep. I just forgot. I got so busy,
was distracted by a million things, but really
only one thing, split a million different ways.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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