this is one i lost in the big wind without my memory card sunday. still there on tuesday buried under leaves. i wondered about it on the wall before the haters tore it down. it flew into the verge by the tracks. to forget is to forgive. would forgetting come first? or simultaneously? i'll have to continue this after lulu. the book called pew was mysterious. half way i thought maybe it's not going anywhere, maybe it's not coming together. but by the end i wanted to know more about this mysterious mind. or this story, but it feels like this mind, but this mind in mine in this time.  then everyone was forgiving everyone, forgiving themselves and the selves that had no time who weren't born i wrote toward the end of pew. 

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the names that had no holders kept coming.                                                                                         why did they die?                                                                                                                                           we all do.                                                                                                                                                         but they were killed?                                                                                                                                          yes.                                                                                                                                                                    will we all be killed?                                                                                                                                            no.                                                                                                                                                                      then why were they killed?                                                                                                                              the adult was quiet for a little while longer, then knelt beside the child.                                        because of what they might have done.                                                                                                  who killed them?                                                                                                                                             the people we elected.                                                                                                                                        do all the elected people have to kill people?                                                                                          yes.                                                                                                                                                                      why would anyone want to get elected?                                                                                             someone has to be elected, the adult said after some time. we have to elect people.                      and why are they reading their names?                                                                                             because it's the sin we've all done together. something we had to do even though it was evil. even me?                                                                                                                                                               i don't know. maybe not you. not yet. 

 

catherine lacey                                                                                                                                                 pew